spent the entire day goofing off. Why is it that now, at 2am, I feel a little bit motivated? Do I stay up and read? I could drag some Derrida into bed with some post-its and see what happens. This is a wild Friday night, I tell ya.
My day has consisted, I'm not kidding, in sitting in front of my computer and reading. Yet not a word of it was pertinent to the project I have to turn in twelve days from now. I had a bit of a headache. And I had to watch the latest installment of Lost in HD streaming on ABC.com. I'm an addict, I admit it.
I just gathered all of the notes I've written into one document, most of my musings on my thesis other than what I've written here, and it added up to about 7000 words. That makes me feel a little better, I'm not going to lie. Even if I know that's not nearly enough.
My shoulder hurts from sitting with my fingers perched on these keys all day, on the touchpad, hunched over reading the screen, squinting because my eyes are dry. I can do this, right?
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