Overload

So, here's the deal. I am overworked and over-stressed. I've been trying to work on my essay for the past week, and as it turns out I can't seem to write anything that I like even a little bit. My real goal for this essay is to write something that will not make everyone else in the class reach for their pens... that is, reach for them not to edit but to stab themselves. My goal is not to induce desires of self-harm in every poor soul who must read my work.

Not that I think I'm a terrible, should-be-banned-from-purchasing-pen-and-paper, god-awful writer. Its just that, on top of this essay, I have the Borges presentation (damn you, you blind bastard), the critiques of the first four personal essays, varying degrees of busywork for other classes, and a veritable buttload of reading. 

Perhaps this is a forewarning, or an apology. Or maybe its a plea for gentleness... may my writing not come into contact with your shredders, and may I not see you walking around campus with any sort of bandage. 

And, for everyone else in the same position as I, happy writing!