It's been 48 hours of waking. I'm supposed to be writing three papers, tonight: a close reading of Frankenstein, a research paper on The Tempest, and a close reading on the character of Dorian Gray from the perspective of Coleridge's ancient mariner- oh yeah- I also have an exam at 8am. I was just hoping that this might get my focus back on writing instead of endlessly sailing on the tubes of you.
This hollow, over-energetic lift I'm in does nothing to focus my fingertips. I might as well be asleep- If I could be asleep. Freneticism(I should start a movement...) does me no favor. This is easy for me- it's just like thinking. Putting things on a page for a grade, though- I hate it. I don't want my thoughts to represent a number. I want my thoughts to provoke more of themselves.
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