Writer's Block...

I'm supposed to be typing a twenty page chapter two for my senior thesis. I have about four pages so far. Four. Nowhere near twenty.

I've been distracting myself with various bits of news, online entertainment and other things with the hope something in my mind will jar loose. I've joined a fantasy football league, read the latest news out of North Korea and Iraq, called friends and family I hadn't spoken with in awhile, bought more minutes for the cell phone, watched Charles play Madden Football '06 like a pro, watched the weather roll in, laughed at the little two year old kid across the street running around naked except for his shoes, envied the little two year old kid across the street running around naked except for his shoes, took off my shorts and typed awhile in my underwear- but not in the front yard.

None of this helped. Four and a half pages. Nowhere near twenty.

The rough draft is due Tuesday and my instructor is a feminist. Will she have mercy on one of her "extra chromosome laden, mutant oppressors"? Anything's possible I suppose. She's not shown the usual animocity her kind is known to possess: The bug-eyed slobbering rage many have expressed on national television during some "march to end all wrongs", their unshaved arm pits displayed with legs to match. She might tell me not to worry and hand in what I've got. Maybe some good old fashioned grovelling will sway her to do so. Perhaps I should run around her office naked, except for my shoes...