Hitting that phase of late-night paper writing that I think will become very familiar in the future. Suddenly everything I’ve written is shit and I want to start over again. I feel like I want to cry, but then realize I don’t cry, which is weird. But I tell people all the time like a quirky aspect of my personality, but it’s really not, it’s just some random fact that hovers between sad/boring and everytime I tell someone the needle drifts further towards boring.
Alas and alack, back to writing I go.
