I'm slow slow slow. Slow to start on my work. And that's all I can say in the semester. :( Time... More time please. Really? Is that what I want? No. What I want is to just. Do my thang. Okay. I'm off to do my thang. And do it well. Best as I can.

Tonight, I aim to get a significant amount of the poetry response written. Ok go. Go get it written.

Actually I'm f**ked. This work. Not even funny.