That's where I come from, That's who I am...

Nov 21, 2006 01:50

".....hard workin' and god-blessed, Yes I'm a lucky man......"

It's been three hours since my last entry and my desk is now (kinda) clean.  I've also brushed my teeth, Listerine'd, made popcorn, ate popcorn, and drank a half-can of Coke.

And done nothing on my case study.

The time is now 2 am.  Media player is cranking out new country instead of vintage rock, the police have left Moss Park Apartments next door for the night, and the upstairs neighbors have ceased heavy construction.  The calm and peace of the late night is broken only by Shania's bittersweet country twang from a late 90's recording.  You know, before she was the teeny-bopper pop star who didn't marry a schmuck.

I thought changing to country music, a genre I normally associate with hard work and truck drivers named Earl, would help me concentrate on the task at hand.  I get three bars into a Paul Brandt song and distant memories of childhood and cattle theory flood back and invade the few brain cells that weren't concentrating on not concentrating.  I don't need to say the Country isn't working, but it's better than listening to the mice chew more holes in the wall behind the fridge.

As I try to remember if the hometown Deloraine Royals hockey team have won a game since I was born in 1979, the writer's block seems to get worse and worse.  I know concentration isn't the problem, even if my ADD has been out of check lately.  Rather, it's just the knowledge that none of what I write will be considered "correct" by Dr. Steve, and thus my brain won't put itself out there to be insulted by the prof's bitter remarks and low grades.

As the clock rolls towards three a.m., I realize I need to swim or cut bait on this case study.  With that, I'll end this round of Emo(tm) and cross my fingers in hope that the next entry is about my great case study.
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