Chain Smoking to Oblivion

I had homework tonight.

I had to get it done tonight and no later than tonight because we're going to Stratford, Canada tomorrow to see The Tempest.

So I cleaned, made food, talked to Mel, made tea, talked to Mel, made a screwdriver, talked to Mel, read for my one-page paper, took a walk, made hot cider, smoked, wrestled with Mel and Justin (they are both so much better than me I was pulverized but it was damn fun), smoked some more, talked to my mom, made more cider, chain smoked four cigerettes while talking to my mom, looked for anyone to study with, then I finally say down to write.

At this point I rememberedsmoking that much makes me more hyper than my nephew on a sugar high and my teeth felt like they were going to fall out. Though this was not optimal for paper writing, it worked out fine because hey, at least I was awake.

So I was writing and finally got excited about the topic and I got the idea to bring in Dante as an example of the conflict between sensual poetry verses inspired poetry and The Four Quartets as an example of poetry as meditation. Then I remembered, damn one page is tiny! So I had to scape all of that and focus more on just the inspiration of poetry. But at least it's done.

Now I just have to fall asleep since I'm waking up at 6 a.m. which is, oh! in two and a half hours. Meh, that's college life. Don't worry I'll sleep in the van.