I am a mess of fragmented thoughts right now.
I am supposed to be writing about Plato and Medea.
As Kelsey just said to me firmly, “Essay.”
My response: “Not blog post?”
I have no kind of continuity in my thinking right now except what I’m overanalyzing.
I should stop overanalyzing.
Overanalyzers Anonymous, please?
(No, right now I don’t care that overanalyzers is not a word. But thanks for asking!)
I have no reason to be analyzing anything except Medea’s definition of justice as compared to Plato’s.
Do we really think I’m going to have a cohesive essay written on that by tomorrow afternoon? When I can hardly think straight?
Funny joke, right?
Yeah, I thought so too.
I’m hungry. This is not a good thing. I have nothing to eat but junk food.
So what do I get to blame for the freshman five thousand: ice cream, candy, or cookies?
I wish I could go get a sandwich. I’d make one, but I don’t know if we have bread. And if we do, I don’t know whose it is. I also don’t know how old it is and I doubt it’s not at least several weeks old.
So I think I’ll skip that.
Pasta would require way too much work at this time of night. Although it would be quite delicious. :]
Cereal seems to be my best option right now, but we’re out of spoons.
The dishwasher’s clean.
The fact that I have been detailing my rambles on what I’m going to do about my hunger is a serious problem.
I think I need sleep.
I have a paper to write. I have a paper to write. I have a paper to write.
Commencing the writing of a paper.
I am so done with school right now. I would really love to skip both of my classes tomorrow. And the one on Tuesday.
If this paper were not worth thirty-five percent of my grade in this class I think I would skip tomorrow. Granted, tomorrow is only the workshop to edit the rough draft, but I’m pretty sure that gets factored into the final paper grade somehow.
I really need to get away from this, but blogging is so addicting.
So are italics, apparently.
This is a ridiculously long post.
I’ll spare you my rambling now.