brain drain, times like, a bazillion
I have severe blockage. My academic prowess has gone the way of the codpiece and penny candies. I'm worried it may never come back (unlike the codpiece which made a triumphant return in David Bowie's tight, hot pants).
I am still on page one of an eight-to-ten, and I have no idea how to unravel my thoughts. I can't focus on anything for more than ten minutes (unless it's knitting). I'm beginning to worry that my brain has been forever altered by the practice of po-mo. I fear its (re: brain) rebellion. I feel lost without it.
I'm scaring myself.
Addendum: I'm starting to think that obscure theory is not for me.