I have not stayed up past two every night for the past four, at least.
I have not procrastinated my life away, like I normally do.
That would be irresponsible.
I am not irresponsible, ever.
I do not, once again, have writer’s block.
There is, after all, no way I would.
I never have writer’s block.
I’m fortunate that way.
I did not wait until four weeks into the semester to email my professor from last term’s English class if I could have my final paper returned, with her comments.
They were not some of the best comments I have ever received.
I am not delighted about this.
It was not the best paper I have ever written.
I will not be sharing it with you here somehow, ever.
Not even if you ask.