Fabricated Theory

I haven't done my forced writing in a few days. I'm reading Precarious Life by Judith Butler. In the preface, she discusses the fabricated laws established by the Bush administration to justify the indefinite internment of prisoners from the Middle East in Guantanamo. As I was reading about the administrations ability to make up laws to suit the situation, I thought that theory does the same thing. By crafting a theory around a text or an artifact, you are fabricating an explanation. We don't know what is true or isn't. The theory is simply a mechanism to help offer a justification for why something has occurred. This is especially true, I think, in critical/rhetorical theory. There is no way I can prove that a certain kind of persona does or does not exist empirically, but it helps to explain a rhetorical situation. When I analyze a text, I often feel a freedom in making up some explanation. As long as I provide a form of argumentation to prove my point, it is acceptable. It is quite late and I slept most of the day.
I keep moving from task to task, not always completing each one. I just graded about half of my class' work. One student has been bothering me about grading one of his assignments even though it isn't due for another week. When I read it, he remarked he did not have enough time and it is difficult to memorize speeches and plays. I don't feel sorry for him. I wanted to write that his responsibility as a student comes first, but I really don't care enough to do that. He strikes me as the type of person who is always looking for a quick and easy way to accomplish something. I'm almost positive he did not write his speech, but I don't have a way of proving it.
I haven't taken my medications for a couple of days. I usually forget over the weekend. With school over, I hope I'm able to maintain some kind of a schedule.
I did not get the job I applied for with the video place. The guy I interviewed with said if I didn't receive a call on Friday I did not get the job. I thought this was really douchey, but didn't say so. I think we'll be okay this summer without me working. I'm very resentful that I have to find a job when Husband has never worked a job all summer since we've met. He started one summer and needed to quit because of his anxiety. I'm trying to get a job, but my heart is just not at all in it. We make enough money to survive without extras. I think we'll be fine for a few months. It irritates me that the responsibility to make money always seems to fall on me.
I'm going to try to go to bed now. I've set an alarm so maybe I can get up and accomplish a few things tomorrow. I should finish my grading, get my final exam sorted out, and finish my paper. I also have to prepare a presentation. Bleh.