Escaping Escapism
I don't want to write this stupid paper anymore. I just want it to be done. I am seven-ish pages to freedom, and I can't muster up the mental energy and will power to just do the damn thing. And of course once it's finished, I'll have to let it sit for a day and then do edits. And dear God, why can't it just be Tuesday afternoon already? I'm living in limbo, and I just want to escape it. Ironically, I'm writing about escapism, so you could say that I'm trying to escape escapism. And if it were any other time of year, the play on words would amuse me. Right now, though, it just makes me want to say "Damn right that's what I'm trying to do." Sigh. So, so close. And so, so far.