D. C. Southwick

I am sitting here at my computer at 12:30 a.m. typing a paper for Advanced Comp. I spent the whole afternoon (1-5) in the Urbandale Public Library typing and researching only to come to the conclusion that I didn’t really believe in what I was bull-shitting and thus I changed my thesis. Im starting to believe that I think too much when I write and I need to just sit and spill onto paper. No. I’m too much of a perfectionist to do that. That would be “dirty.” At 9:30 this evening I finnished a outline of what I wanted to be said in this paper and began typing and gathering information as needed. So its now 12:40 and im half way through my paper and beginning to think about how I procastinate. And how I find distractions (such as this!?) and how I wander around my computer room in my basement in circles just trying to get one sentence right. I’ve had way too much caffene in an attempt to stay awake and finnish this thing (as it’s due tomorrow) and I think I’m slowly losing my ability to coherently argue my way through my own thoughts. I need sleep and I know I won’t get it. I know I won’t get it.

On a sidenote, I am thinking about releasing some drafts that I’ve had saved for some time now. After I re-design the site because WordPress2 just came out and I’m excited for that.