Crackification and De-Crackification: A Retrospective

Do you ever wake up in the morning feeling as though some kind soul has stuffed your poor little cranium with crack-laced cotton balls? That’s how I’ve been feeling all day. The cotton makes everything blurry and vaguely irritating, while the crack makes it impossible to focus on anything for more than a few seconds. When this happens, you have three options: (1) Give in to the cracked-out-ness and just accept that you’re not going to get anything accomplished today, (2) Exercise, or (3) Caffiene.

Since I’ve sworn off caffiene, and I can’t afford to waste a day being cracked out, I decided to go work out, which removed 90% of the cotton balls, but neglected to do anything about the crack.

I’m still having a great deal of difficulty composing my thoughts, which is extremely unfortunate because I have a 15 page research proposal due Wednesday by 5pm, and I’m still trying to refine the subtleties of my argument for my thesis.

Can’t I just say, “My thesis is a fucking AWESOME idea! If you can’t see that, then you’re on more crack than I am!” and leave it at that?

*sigh*, unfortunately not.