An essay gave me diarrhea.
Two days ago i forced out a violently crappy piece of, well, writing. Pungently terrible writing. In fact "writing" is too strong a word, more precisely, a muddy puddle of words dribbled out of me in slow, toxic spurts. I "wrote" for most of the night. When i woke up i had some loose ends to...who am i kidding, i was cranking out that sick pile in between trips to the bathroom. Typing for a few minutes, then obeying my bowels.
How could i have made myself sick over a "Death of a Salesman" essay?I knew this material inside and out, i mean i won my damn debate didn't i?
After my butt stopped grumbling i realized, gee whiz, i'm a pretty shitty writer...good for a laugh, i guess, but how am i gonna support my family with that? I'm going to a pseudo-college, with a plastic major, for a syntheitc career. Damn, what am i doing here?
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