The Shadow Knows

Dammit I am meant to be studying personality theory for my last test of the semester. Why am I obsessed with Goodreads booklists? And why, when I have a perfectly lovely fantasy novel in the working, am I coming up with the best goddamn title for an urban fantasy novel ever, no exaggeration seriously? What is wrong with my brain and why can't I commit?

DARN YOU CARL GUSTAV JUNG, DARN YOU TO HECK.