Like a fly stuck in glue...

I feel like I'm going nowhere. Well I guess it's commonly called writers block.

I have read all the synopses, commented, checked material...But I should mail my professor friday on the latest. Well, knowing myself I'll finish 5 minutes before deadline or something.

...Still, it's nice to be back in company where someone actually can say things like: in my work I am going to intertextually interpret how the meta play reflect itself in the play...

It amuses me muchly when it is about Waiting for Godot ...just wait until this dude checks it all out and realizes just how many people have done this before him...

Me..I just play innocent, give him this interested unknowing look and say: "oh really, that sounds fascinating..just how do you plan on doing that?"

Yeah...we all have our little quirks, our nasty sides. One of mine is taking malicious pleasure in the useless efforts of pretentious people...which of cause makes me somewhat pretentious myself...

Someone put me out of my misery!!!