Hmm. Paper. (Apr 11 2005)
I got all the homework that is due tomorrow out of the way last night so that I could dedicate myself to working on this paper that is also due tomorrow. I'm going to try to answer, "What is the 'self' for Schopenhauer? For Freud? What am I like according to each?". Unfortunately this paper is going to suck because I'm just not a philosophy person, I fear.
My Spanish class was cancelled once we all got up and went to class, but this leaves me with 35 minutes or so to get started on the paper.
Yikes.
I hate seeing this looming in front of me, with thoughts mooing slowly about in my head like cows. You try pushing a cow onto a little piece of paper. It's hard. Hasta whenever.