Sighhh.

It's almost 1 in the morning.

I don't have a clear thesis statement written for my 8 AM in-class essay tomorrow.

I have absolutely no desire to write about stereotypes in literature.

I'm tired.

I'm mentally drained.

And I'm mad at myself.

Why am I majoring in something that is so totally and completely frustrating?

Because I love a freaking challenge, that's why.