evil modernism essay of doom
it's all my fault, i know it is but that just makes it worse.
i had most of my reading done by last weekend, but then decided that i didn't really need to start it unti yesterday.
it's about virginia woolf and how she handles time in her two novels, however i now realise i have too many ideas and they all contradict each other and, despite an essay plan, i have no idea exactly what i'm trying to say. Arghhhh!
i know i have until monday to get this done, but really that just leaves today and tommorrow, as i am out tomorrow night and when i go out with this particular person i always get drunk - therefore i will have a hangover on sunday.
the worst part is that because i'm finding it so hard i don't want to do it, so i'm procrastinating like writing a pointless post on lj