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I'm so tired.  I'm procrastinating again.  Over a 500 word essay.  That's nothing!  And yet I don't have anything to write about.  I'm trying to put down how I reacted to Becky Sharp's character, but I feel like it's entirely content-free and that frustrates me.  Granted, he's letting people do creative bits and not just critical analysis, but I don't DO "write a scene from Dickens in Thackeray's style".  I do analysis.  And I can be pretty good at it, on a good day.  But not today.  So I'm writing about how I don't know how to react to Becky Sharp because on the one hand, I admire her and think she's pretty interesting, and on the other, I hate her with a passion.  Which says nothing.  I try to explain why I feel this way, but I don't think I'm actually saying anything.  And have I mentioned that I still have 130 some pages of Tess of the D'Urbervilles yet to read for tomorrow?  And I'm not going to let myself off the hook on that one.  But I don't know how to fit it in, so I avoid the problem by hanging out on the 'Downs (for the first time in a very long time--I missed it!).  But of course that makes it worse.  I hate procrastination.  And I hate being a perfectionist.  And I hate feeling like I will personally let down my professor if I do not write a brilliant interpretative piece on Vanity Fair in 500 words plus do the ENTIRE reading for tomorrow and have some geniusly original insight into it.  Oh, the joys of college.  And I got next to no sleep last night thanks to the kindness of my new buddy, insomnia.

Yeah, I'm rambling, and I'm tired, and I'm incoherent.  Great state for paper-writing.

G'night, I hope.