I have stumbled into a morning where commonplace thinking becomes very difficult (after all, it just took me three tries to type 'stumbled'- forgive all typos in this entry).
For example: this morning's shower. I had to think very hard about whether or not I was wearing any clothes. While standing under the water, I still was not fully convinced that I wasn't. Then, I had the following mental dialogue: "Is this shampoo or conditioner? Shampoo or conditioner? The bottle says conditioner... hmmm...Conditioner." Then my glance fell on the face wash, and I thought: "F--- you, face wash!" The face wash, I assure you, had done nothing to warrant such a sound mental thrashing. It was merely sitting on the side of the tub, being face wash (originally typed: 'fash').
I know I had a point with this blog. It is eluding me.
Hmmm...
Anyway, last night at eleven o'clock, I decided that the paper I had been writing about Wallace Stevens for two weeks was unusually bad. I decided to write a paper about Robert Frost instead.
Usually this kind of mania deserts me after half a page and I return to finish the original paper.
By 2 AM, I had four pages and by 5 AM, I was rounding out eleven. All that remains now is a few finishing touches on a paper leaps and bounds above the original Stevens concept.
Paper must be turned in at six-thirty. I must go to work now. Head is a foggy, foggy mess.
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3 comments:
I just read your new sub-title for your blog. Are you calling yourself Easy? On the internets? Nice.
I just figured I'd make the joke before someone else did.
Do you think Michael Pitsikoulis reads your blog? I can't imagine anyone else making that joke.
Hahaha, "Loose" is a funny word.
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