Zounds! I am really, really pressed for time, so I thought I'd post a little ditty about how I'm pressed for time. The amount of stress hormone (cortisol) coursing through my veins right now is at the perfect point for creativity.
I enjoy this feeling. I hate getting to it, admittedly. And curse myself later for waiting to get stressed out, but I'm getting something done, at last. And I like what I'm getting done. I remember now why I love English. I realize now that this prof does not assign enough papers. I hated writing one a day in the summer at first, but I came to not mind it, and then to kind of enjoy it. I miss that now. It really improved my writing.
OK. Please wish me luck for tomorrow. I'm playing some part in Othello at 8am. Even if you dont' read this till much later, wish me luck anyway.
DO IT.
