I have a 3 page paper to write. that's not very long. i've had this paper for weeks etc. It's 3:20 in the morning, it's due at noon, i have work from 7-11 and I have a paragraph written. I killed a pot of coffee (mine is stronger than work's) worked out, watched drawn together, payback, everybody loves raymond twice, and edward scissorhands, fell in LOVE with winona ryder all over again (i don't care if she is a petty felon...oh my word...i can't help it i'm a sucker for brown eyes) listened to a number of songs and new bands (check out the draft, ex hot water music sounds the same), learned some new p&w, dreamt, read into numerous local churches, and walked from room to room often.
my brain simply will not sit down and go to work. i think everyday has just fried it. i haven't really been happy-happy content whatever since tcc and east hill and it's just no way to be. i need to go out and find my own life.
i wrote a list of reasons i need to leave tallahassee but don't need anyone to read that... it's way too late and nothing i write now is going to seem like a good idea tomorrow. so i'll leave you with my mission:
JULES
That's what I've been sitting here
contemplating. First, I'm gonna
deliver this case to Marsellus.
Then, basically, I'm gonna walk the
earth.
VINCENT
What do you mean, walk the earth?
JULES
You know, like Caine in "KUNG FU."
Just walk from town to town, meet
people, get in adventures.
VINCENT
How long do you intend to walk the
earth?
JULES
Until God puts me where he want me
to be.
VINCENT
What if he never does?
JULES
If it takes forever, I'll wait
forever.
VINCENT
So you decided to be a bum?
JULES
I'll just be Jules, Vincent -- no
more, no less.