Okay, so it used to be the problem was writing 2000 words, right? I mean, that was my crisis about this essay. Two thousand words is a hell of a lot of writing, to my mind.
Except now I'm at 1489 and I haven't even started on why the author in is the circle of mutual identification, not to mention my conclusion and all of this adds up to me being well and truly fucked.
Also, there is a distinct *lack* of secondary quoting going on in this essay. It's not that I didn't read a lot of secondary sources, they just don't seem...useful. Really. In conclusion: screwed. But at least it'll be over on Wednesday - that's what I'm holding on to right now. That, and the fact that I'm seeing my dad on Friday, which means I can't kill myself over English now.
Having something to look forward to besides shopping, laundry and sleep is good. Also being able to read something not related to university or, in particular, to this essay. That'll be nice as well.
Meanwhile, Good Omens
, Due South
and Sherlock Holmes
having being rearing their heads and asking for attention lately, which is just weird - I've been relatively un-fandommy lately (which I'm blaming on university) and suddenly, wham! dS is currently being blamed on the fact that I watched Wilby Wonderful
with Ros and Catherine this Saturday - proving, by the way, that Wilby
makes everyone happy, because even Ros, who's a bit of a cynic, was getting slightly teary because Dan didn't get to 'kiss the boy', as she put it - and discussing Paul-Gross-As-Fraser with Ros. Oh, fandom, how I ♥ you - and particularly dueSouth, one of the few fandoms where the original material interests me as much as the fanfiction (incidently, the others? West Wing
, Sherlock Holmes
and Good Omens
. And then quite a few things I'm not fandomy about. But they don't count. Neener-neener)
Anyway. I should probably go figure out how the hell I'm going to make my essay work by noon Wednesday. Hm.
ETA: I'm blaming my unholy glee at the Cheers
theme song on lack of sleep. That's what it is.
ETA2: I can't tell you what it is about it exactly, but this
totally lends credence to my Carrot = Fraser theory. No, really. The look on his face!