Have only just started reading for papers and realise that I have about three weeks to fumble around for three paper topics and write the damn things and do finals so I can graduate at the end of this semester. What have I been doing with my life? Also realise that I don't want to read Hannah Arendt anymore because I am going to scream but it can't be helped because the one paper I have a vague idea about has to do with her and like Macbeth I am in blood steeped so far that were I to go back, returning were tedious as going over. Or words to that effect. I do hate writing papers. Grad school forsooth.