It is now 2:22 A.M. on February the 24th. I have a five to six page draft due at 8:30 in the morning. There, I and a group of peers will exchange papers and do a bit of friendly peer editing (as one might expect in such a group).
It is now that I realize how painful the process of writing truly can be. My brain is still happily awake (thank you Starbucks doubleshot) but everything that is at all concerned about my health tells me to go to sleep. Yet, I press onward.
Dr. Wilfong, this is for you, and only you. Any other professor would find it nigh impossible to draw this type of effort out of my being. May you find it to your satisfaction.
The first draft.
Monday, February 23, 2009
Sunday, February 22, 2009
The Hour Grows Late...
Let us experiment and thereby ascertain whether blogger.com lends itself to smaller levels of narcissim than facebook, or no.
My guess is with the latter.
My guess is with the latter.
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