but proportionately appropriate
for me.
I am about to complete an entire semester's worth of work in three weeks because I am ever the enfant terrible and marvelously gifted.
My social life is in lockdown as I enter my personal and self-perscribed study bootcamp run by the most sadistic bitch of them all, me. Having only my own brain to storm with is a bit like being armed with a spoon and told to dig... your own grave, but I like to think of this sort of self-flagellation as a path to inspiration.
I promise pictures and poetry when the essay marathon is over.
I also intend to station myself at Black Cat for much of this summer, commensing the moment I hand in my final piece of work. You may flock to me or not as you wish... I think I will do other things too but this is not the time for big dreams. Right now, it's just me, a spoonbrain, and a whole lot of earth that needs to moving.
