Ok, so after thinking about my 8-20 page Romantics paper for about... 5 years, I've decided to completely change my thesis. I've tried working around my original thesis, but it's not cohesive enough. I just can't do it. I've accumulated like 10 pages of notes, and it's all just bullshit to me. Pure bullshit. So now, I'm starting from scratch. And it's due in less than 2 days. And I already feel like I fucked up my final today. I must be crazy. But I really like this new thesis, I think it's gonna work. I'm writing it much faster than my original one. And here's what I tell myself: If I put every single neuron I have into this paper, annotate, analyze, pick apart and put back together every little word, every punctuation, every meter in these poems, if I put everything I have into it, I'll have so much more fun in Mexico!
So I might not sleep for the next two days. I'm definitely not going out.
Maybe I can invoke a muse. Like Milton did. And like Blake did with Milton. That means I should invoke Blake, to keep the chain going. Except I don't have a prophetic message to share. And Blake's mind is a little too out there for me. So maybe Coleridge. I invoke you, Coleridge! Even though you were an extremely neurotic, deeply depressed, artistically insecure, opium addict! Or maybe I should just shut up and write my shitty paper before I waste any more time.
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