mercredi, avril 13, 2005
sleep is for chumps, part x+1
People, I cannot WRITE anymore. I'm sick of all the damn papers. One paper, then another paper, then another paper. What am I, some kind of novelist?!
It's official, now, too: I cannot meet a deadline. My political analysis paper was due yesterday but I have simply had no ability to sit down and concentrate the last few days. When I finally started making progress yesterday it was near midnight. So I worked 'til 2, got up at 6, and have been plodding through for a couple hours this morning. Bill's gonna kick my ass. As long as he accepts it late...
Oh, and guess what I have to do after this paper? Yup, ANOTHER PAPER. Oh, then another... kill me now... | ¶ 8:20 a.m.
It's official, now, too: I cannot meet a deadline. My political analysis paper was due yesterday but I have simply had no ability to sit down and concentrate the last few days. When I finally started making progress yesterday it was near midnight. So I worked 'til 2, got up at 6, and have been plodding through for a couple hours this morning. Bill's gonna kick my ass. As long as he accepts it late...
Oh, and guess what I have to do after this paper? Yup, ANOTHER PAPER. Oh, then another... kill me now... | ¶ 8:20 a.m.
