Well, That Was Quick

I have so many things I’ve been wanting to write about.  A lot of them have found their wasted fate stuck in draft folder purgatory: my sister moving out to Vegas, my best friend moving to San Diego, my son moving closer and closer to teenage angst, etc., but here I am in the second week of school and I’m already behind.  I really have no else to blame but myself — as usual — for not printing out my class syllabi and realizing that I have an assignment due tomorrow night at 23:59:59.  The writing of the assignment is only one aspect of my doom.  I have to read the text to actually formulate a smidgen of what I’m supposed to throw onto paper.  Since my professor is a self-professed stalker of the author, I can’t just bullshit my way through it and expect her to appreciate my style and delivery.  It doesn’t help that this class is probably the most labor intensive class I’ve ever attempted to tackle.  Why I’m stuck drudging in a 4-unit English class with an eight novels by one author workload is entirely chalked up to my own irresponsibility.   The bright side in all this is that, historically, I’ve  managed to get by when I’ve found myself in these unenviable positions.  So there, there’s the silver lining in all my stress.  It’s worth something, I hope.