desperate act
i don't know what it is about sitting down to write my thesis. it makes my brain completely lock up. i start to type and nothing comes out. i guess all the lip service i give to creating safe spaces may really have something to it. microsoft word is a danger zone. livejournal is a warm, happy center. i guess i'm going to write the rest of my thesis on this space, in little chunks. feel free to read it. it'll be the raw, unfiltered creative non-fiction i usually wright, minus the trite thought-provoking questions i add at the end for some reason.