Baseball, But Better

I really don't want to write.  Like at all.  And the worst part is that I wrote a response paper for this book last semester, so this should be easy.  I'm just in no mood to do any sort of work.  I guess I could justify sleeping, since it is almost midnight, and I could just work on this all day tomorrow...I think I'm going to argue essentially what I argued last semester, but with some tweaking.  And I'll respond directly to some of the questions this professor posed in his syllabus.

I don't know.  This response shouldn't be hard, since it is on probably my favourite academic book (besides The New British Constitution, maybe) that I've read so far.  I just am afraid that I'll be saying everything I've already said again and I'll get in trouble.  But the older grad students told me that what I want to do is fine...I really do think I had a great argument, and I wasn't convinced (despite my American professor last semester disagreeing strongly with me) that what I said couldn't happen.

I might just let it be until tomorrow...I really don't want to start writing tonight.


Oh!  And I also got an A on that paper I wrote that I thought was awful and I have no idea how.


Also, sharing a song.  (I also really love the acoustic version of this.)

[Edit] - So I did something really fucking stupid and went over all past facebook conversations between us and it made me sad but I also found things darkly humourous due to things that were said when I was in London and how that pretty much did a 180 it seemed.  Plus the way I handled his depression when I was away (and honestly, even when I returned) was in such stark fucking contrast to anything he ever did for me when I was feeling the same way. 

So why do I still read things and get really fucking sad.

Why.