i've been at my desk all week working on a paper...which of course i have thrown in the trash
as i've realized i need to start from square one. oh the joys of literary criticism.
part of me wonders if i should even be going on a little road trip down south to the desert this weekend
since i've got a lot of writing to do, but that part of me, fortunately, is quite faint.
i think i'm too tired to worry about being responsible this weekend...
though i will be bringing my laptop, books, and notes with all intentions of waking before the rest of the crew
to think about essential movements of a culture, the macro and the micro, represented in a travel novel.
wish me luck.
can't wait for a little sunshine and vast, beautiful scenery to bathe in.