I have a paper to write. A 20-page paper about theoretical orientation.
At this point, I could tell you about ANYTHING, but NOT the two theories I should be writing about.
Not that this makes any sense to you. Unless you're studying psychology in some graduate program, in which case, I'm sorry that you don't have a life anymore, either.
I can't decide if it's more important to talk about how MUCH I hate writing this paper with other people in my class, listen to a Robbie Williams cd, or stare at the television for hours on end. Thus, I've done all three.
Except for now. Now I've decided to take a break and get some real work done. See? I'm doing real work.
All I can think is, a week from now, I'll be getting ready to drive to my parents' for Thanksgiving. Rest. Nothingness.
Unfortunately, that also means NO privacy, no digital cable, and no porn for at least 3 or 4 days. Hooray.
If someone would please fill me in on why I'm having this recurring dream in which I screw Tony Soprano, I'd be really glad.
I'm sure there's something else for me to do, now. Till I'm done...
Fin.
My apologies and a farewell??? - 2005-10-20
It should be Friday somewhere. - 2005-10-03
It's Friday again! - 2005-10-01
Amendment to previous entry... - 2005-09-26
Longer than I intended. It's to tide you over for another week. - 2005-09-23