Yeah, yeah, I know it's not Father's Day, but it is President's Day, and he is a Founding Father. So there.
Plus, my brain is fried. I just banged out (ignore the sexual implication) a 1,500-word midterm essay in one sitting--only to just realize that I have to include a comparison between Joyce and Woolf's novels. FUCK! Sorry. But I've had to dance around the word count, and now this is really, really going to fuck up something that I was immensely proud of finishing. AHHHHHH.
Anyway, leaving you with this because it amuses me. Now to slink off and cry in a corner...
1 comment:
I've been there!! It's the worst feeling ever!!! Best advice, take a break and then go back to it later!!
Colin still is refusing to say "mama", but he has mastered the art of rolling around the room. Very adorable. I'll try and get it on video for you!
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