I had an idea for a post today. Really, I did.
It had something to do with aesthetics. Don’t worry, I wasn’t going to wax philosophical. I was merely going to bemoan the fact that I have a test in the subject tomorrow and I still have a mountain of notes to cover. Frankly, I wish that those high-falutin’ Greeks would have thought twice before inflicting their esoteric ramblings upon the world. They had no idea that 21st century college students would be reading their works and weeping late into the night.
But then I went to rehearsal. I danced every idea I’ve had all day out of my head. Well, more like “jostled.” I am not very good at dancing, so I sort of hopped in time to the music while everyone else on the cast seemed to know exactly what they were doing. I sweated buckets, and I do mean buckets, but all I felt I had to show for it was a sinking feeling that I may have gotten myself in too deep this time.
Then I came back to my dorm room and realized that I had yet to read a chapter that’s due tomorrow morning. And then…and then…and then…
I gave up and ate chocolate.
So I assure you that I had a brilliant idea. A wonderfully brilliant writing idea. But it’s gone now, buried under piles of mental clutter, and an unceasing rhythm pounding in my brain that says “Just make it to Wednesday. Just make it to Wednesday. Just make it to Wednesday.”
And so the stressful part of the semester begins.