Under the Covers with Cookies and Captain Tightpants
So I was going great guns on my final prelim paper. I was plowing through the readings at previously unknown speeds. I even managed to skim some readings. I was plastering my wall with brightly colored Post-Its as evidence of my prodigious productivity. I wrote out a main thesis on the white board and had the beginnings of an outline.
Then, today, I crashed. A combination of stress, rainy weather, and sore muscles from a surprisingly strenuous workout has me longing to crawl back into bed for a Firefly marathon courtesy of Netflix.
I have until Friday to produce as much as possible of a draft of a 20-page paper on popular culture as a site of encounter between Africans and Westerners. I haven't written a single page, and I still have a huge pile of reading that I need to do before I start writing. I did manage to put together an outline. But still . . .
I am so screwed.