And then I finished my Descartes essay (with the words "good enough," tellingly), and then I fixed a small cup of mint chocolate chip ice cream, and then I was a happy boy. The end.
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Date: 2007-03-10 01:49 am (UTC)Mwah, ev.
Finishing Essays...
Date: 2007-03-12 11:07 pm (UTC)I am so fucked. I feel almost as though I have been set up to fail.
Love,
Me
sublimation
Date: 2007-03-13 02:40 am (UTC)also, have you been set up to fail? or is it a challenge that you are expected to meet, heroic housegirl that you are?
love,
me
Re: sublimation
Date: 2007-03-13 03:47 pm (UTC)David: Kris, if you were *my* student, I'd rip you a new one.
Me: Yeah. Whatever, David. You'd never know that I wasn't doing any work. I'd just fool you with my considerable eloquence and charm.
David: Really? That's why I assign micro-essays.
Me: ...
Oh, the trials and tribulations of fucking someone who is as intellectually elitist as I. As for canings, you never really get off scott free. The bruises just take much longer to develop. Also, it obviously depends on how the cane is employed. Basically, if I don't finish this essay by this evening- doom is inevitable.
Sigh. I'm glad your thesis is rolling along.
Hope to talk to you soon,
Me
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Date: 2007-03-13 05:37 pm (UTC)