I slept until 1 pm this afternoon, only stirring when a poster fell in my room.
Since then, it seems, I’ve been staring at my computer screen, flipping between a blank word document and various non-related websites. It’s the first paper of the semester, a mere 2 pager, and I’m procrastinating with everything I’ve got. And so it goes (Jeopardy clue yesterday: in which novel is that phrase frequently repeated?).
It’s due at noon tomorrow, it’s only a literary analysis. I’ve had to write dozens of them. It’s on a book that looks like this:
Maybe I should just write the thing.