I am working on this instead of my mini-paper that's due tomorrow, which I have been avoiding all week. It's a critical review of (part of) Spinoza's Theologico-Political Treatise. This shouldn't be so difficult, but I'm at a loss as to how to begin. My solution: type. Anything. Thus here I am, hoping the very feel of keys beneath my fingertips will trigger some kind of reaction in my writing faculty.
Soon I leave to go into town with some girls for dinner. I don't go out to eat very often, unless you count the cafeterias at University, so I'm looking forward to food I don't have to prepare and/or clean up. I'm also looking forward to the same thing tomorrow night, when I go to my friend Dave's for Thanksgiving dinner, and don't need to cook anything at all. Apparently there are like forty people coming, much bigger than my little intimate Thanksgiving last year.
Anyway, suddenly I have an idea. So off to work I go.