I just said ‘fuck this essay’ for the day and I feel awful because of it. I’ll probably go back to it later. I hate having essays over the holidays. I need my room in uni dammit. I need people not around. I need my crappy ass chair and my crappy ass blanket and my own fucking computer on my own fucking desk. I’m like a fucking tire in a rut that spins fine until you take it out of the rut and then just goes ‘no stop’ and fails. And I’m That Jerk who can’t bear to make the easy-and-roughly-true argument when a hard-and-more-nuanced argument is there for the taking and then complains about it.