I've just returned from a loverly afternoon with T-bone...lol I mean Tara (seriously, I won't call you that again). She was gracious enough to take me away from my essay writing and we did lunch with a little shopping to boot.
And now here I sit, waiting for a wave of inspiration that will just waft over me, animating my fingers on the keyboard, and churn out a paper. I don't think I've ever been so unsure of myself. Obviously I won't get 14 more pages finished tonight, so I am anticipating another 3 days of this stomach turning torture.
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For the past 15 minutes I've been helping my sister with her English essay. I'd rather be writing on Margaret Atwood than the Canadian North. I'm so much better at it:(
Anyway, I should be off. Off and typing!!!!