I really do think that I have some form of very terrible mental illness. I’m such a sicko that I actually enjoy the stress of writing a paper that leaves me going round in circles, with no end in sight. As I write this now, I have 2000 words of my Sex and Gender Essay still waiting for me. I’ve been in school since 9am and have only written 500 words, not because I’ve been procrastinating and web-surfing (well maybe a little), but because every time I read my research, I find something new that I have to put into the essay, which then warrants restructuring the whole damn paper. Maybe the issue here is me having an opinion on every thing I have knowledge of. Hence, I blame my dad for bringing me up to have an opinion, and contributing to my insanity. Thanks daddy!
Oh yes, I believe the running around in circles has drained me completely and has hence left me dribbling bits and pieces of nonsense.
xoxo
