Gees. I'm just struck by a great big bolt of stupid. I'm trying to write another flipping debate. I'm so everlastingly sick of debates. I can debate another person. I am tired of debating myself. I've begun this stupid essay a dozen times, and it doesn't work. It simply doesn't work. I began again tonight. It doesn't work.
I stopped. I am discouraged. I couldn't find my corkscrew (Cara?) but Tim bought me another while he was downtown. He knew an emergency when he saw it. I had three glasses of wine tonight, while weeping over "The Grapes of Wrath".
Now I am tired. A little drunk. But I have a topic.
Too tipsy to write it though.
Late Edit: And did the 'Essay Writing Elves' come in the night to type busily and complete this project for me, leaving it laying on my computer desk? No. They did not. Stupid elves. I know for a fact that the shoemakers aren't keeping them that busy. And just how many cookies does the world need?
And the topic still holds up when scrutinized in the dawn's early light.