Valediction to My Sanity

Fuck. Fuck, fuckity fuck fuck. It's 12:30, and I have one sentence of the paper due in the morning. One whole sentence. And a nice case of writer's block. I know what I'm going to write about and all, but can't. String. Words. Together.

I think it'll be okay if I have it in by five. Right? I sure as hell hope so. Definitely have to write in a hurry between classes tomorrow. And get up early. I'll probably benefit more from sleeping on it than going in mental circles all night, alternately panicking and almost focusing, and then telling myself I'm an idiot, and then a meta-idiot for taking the time to articulate what an idiot I am when I could be writing my paper. Not productive, that.

All I have left to say is ";;;;;;;;;;" (which is shorthand for a long "AAAAAAAAAAAA...", about 10 "A"s to a ";").

Valediction Carp

( It says carp because I mistyped crap and didn't feel like changing it. )

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My eyes are drying out like a mofo. Makes it a bit hard to see between exaggerated blinks.

I am now finished with nearly all of my work for the week. I still have my response paper for Nietzsche to grapple with. At least I did the reading for that last week.

Forewent lunch and everything to write the paper for the Sea Captain. Finished, though, by 4:30. I'm hoping it's better than the last one. Probably crappily organized, but oh well. It's finished, and I don't care anymore.

Tomorrow (or Thursday, if I'm lazy) I need to go to Student Services advising people and tell them to give me a schedule and take the damn hold off my registration. I've figured out as much as I could without a spring schedule about what I'm taking next semester. Three philosophy classes, neither of which will be Philosophy of Language because it conflicts with Modern Philosophy, which I don't want to put off for another semester. No Greek, because they don't offer 101 in spring, apparently, but they do have Latin 101 that semester. There. Decision made for me. And I need to find out what there is in the way of English classes being offered.

In other news, my uncle Jerry died a week ago Sunday, and mom didn't tell me until today. I just love the way we communicate around here... Seriously, that's nearly a week and a half.