So sorely tempted to jump ship
I was supposed to post some rather belated thoughts on post-holiday traumas and a review of ROTK (now that I've watched it and I've finally gotten hold of the extended versions of FOTR and TTT), and even finally revamp the whole look of the blog and all, but I'm tackling a paper on Helene Cixous that was supposedly due yesterday (ha, i thought i'd make it by midnight--wrong, so wrong...).
I am so screwed.
Is it just me, or is my brain so increasingly and sluggishly dull these days? Assuming I was ever sharp, that is.
How does one go about writing a critical paper on a text which consciously resists critical analysis?
The more i panic, the more i procrastinate--the more i procrastinate, the more I'm tempted to just watch David Bowie and a bunch of Jim Henson puppets cavort around in Labyrinth.