Swish
The highlight of today may have been making use of the trash can in Russ for a sweet game of crumpled-paper basketball. That being said, I'm sure you can imply what the rest of the day was like. At any rate, I went from not having a thesis statement this morning to having 7.5 pages of an 8-10 page English paper done tonight. Tomorrow, I just need to edit it, slap on a conclusion, and then get so drunk I forget how to even speak English, let alone analyze English literature. It's days like this that fill me chock full of self-doubt: How does my thorough knowledge of religion in slave narratives help me get a job? Why am I so bad at sitting down and actually getting to work? Why is it that my Napster seems to play Constant Craving constantly? Does this mean I have some sort of hidden lesbian tendencies that only Napster knows about? Anywho, it hurt, but it's done. I shared some celebratory hash browns at the Waffle House with Grant, and now I'm ready for some well-deserved sleep.