Slightly Disapointed
ouple of days have been homeworkavly productive, but I've been doing everything except the thing that's due today, which is a 2000 word essay on a Hopkins poem "I Wake to Feel the Dark of Night, Not Day". This makes me sad for two reasons. One, I have realized that I am totally incapable of coming up with my own essay topics when the field is open, which is unfortunately a fundamental skill that's needed if I am to be a part of the English department. Two, I've procrastinated to the point that I have pushed back an essay farther then I wanted to. (So much for my week off with nothing due). And it's not like I just didn't want to write it, I just couldn't. I stared at that poem for a very long time but couldn't draw anything argument worthy that I could fill the word quota with. I'm going to visit my TA today in hopes that I can remedy this. I might even get a start on it during my break of doom which would make me happy.
Sickle is one more sleep away. That makes me happy.
Oh, mouth update, healing well but still stuck on drugs. Going to try to get off them for the third time on Monday. I think my Doctor is getting sick of my face.