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11/04/2006: "Writing papers in America"

Song of the Day: Melody Club - Destiny Calling

Looking out a dirty old window, down below the cars in the city go rushing by. I sit here alone and I wonder why.

Actually, I know why; I had to turn down an invitation to go drink margaritas because I only had 5 pages of my stupid research paper done. As of this moment, I now have 8. I probably would have been far more productive if I'd actually gone out. I'm not sure that Kim Wilde is helping me along, but she's making it far more exciting.

I long ago passed the point of not caring, to the extent that I'm citing Wikipedia and making up words whenever my addled brain can't figure out exactly what I'm trying to say. In my (weak) defense, it's just the rough draft, and I'll have plenty of time to repair my broken vocabulary in the coming weeks. I hope my professor can forgive me just a little bit.

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I've always felt that alcohol was an inspiration in writing. I mean, come on - Hemingway was a drunk.

I also didn't much care for any of his fiction.

But anyways, booze loosens the literary inhibitions. And the sexual ones.

Holla!

Jeff, Sunday, November 5th