Burn the Essays!

I really love analyzing literary works. I just hate writing essays about them.

I really hate reworking my essays, because nothing ever sounds good when I'm writing "professionally" and want to describe my ideas on paper. And I hate reading my own work. Once it's on paper, I never want to see it again. I'm quite willing to burn it.

I wish I could burn this one. It's due on Monday, and I'm supposed to have a draft done by...well, it was actually supposed to be for last night. But, of course, I got on the computer and wasted my entire day by not actually working on it.

So now I'm scrambling to rework it when I still have no clear idea of what I want to say, and nothing seems coherent, and I wish I didn't have to worry so much about not writing in first person and just spill it on the page like I was supposed to the first time, but kinda half-jobbed that, too. And I have a bajillion books to read, and a bajillion and one other essays that are going to be due soon, and my brain is about to blow.

So here's my proposal - I quit school and become a hermit living in a library. I could work there, I could eat at the cafe there, who needs to be anywhere else? Or I could just save up all my horrendous drafts and BURN them all at the end of the semester! (Ooh, that sounded a bit Azula-ish, didn't it?)

Poor Fitz lost the battle last night. I was going to pull an all-nighter, but finally conked out at 2:30.