delga | { it's a wonder I use my hands }

So, I didn't properly start with this damn essay until 8pm, and then The Mother called at 8.30pm which basically means that I didn't really start until 9pm. The Flatmate either, though, so I just spent the last three hours in her room. It's written now, and stands at c.1,380 words without quotes. It's 1,500 words max. so I'm aiming for 1,400 which, with quotes, this will easily hit. Tomorrow is Cixous and feminism. That will be entertaining but I have to remember to stay on topic. I tried to start that one on Friday and I ended up ranting about blank canvasses. Apparently I think the next evolution in everything is tabula rasa; honestly, that's where all my theoretical debates end up. It's insane.

OK, off to type up the essay. Only one light on because even if it kills my eyes, the light in the room just adds to the heat. It's so humid tonight.

Right. Essay.

ETA: IT REALLY DOES NOT HELP THAT THE SPELL CHECK DOES NOT RECOGNISE EITHER SYNTAGM OR SEMIOLOGY.