Is today the worst day to get a throbbing headache?

Yes, it is. I can’t recall a more unfortunate headache timing in my limited existence. I’m sitting in the Dodge Music Library (best study place everrrr except it’s not open late) trying to figure out what to do with this Eliot paper. I just have nothing to say. I have about 5 pages of summary, but I’m stuck. Because is it philosophy, or is it literature? It’s “philosophy of literature,” but the professor has said he doesn’t want extensive literary evidence. But then how else do you analyze literary criticism that isn’t really philosophy? I still feel paralyzed by this assignment, and am getting nervous as the clock ticks, the (extended) deadline approaches, and ideas do not proliferate in my sore head. Suggestions?

Hm.

Reading the above paragraph: this paper might be the source of my headache after all.

In other news, 10/20 on the lit paper. So much more pleasurable and exhilarating to write.

Oh and

Rainy days make me think of The Waste Land. What the thunder said, anyone?

After the torchlight red on sweaty faces
After the frosty silence in the gardens
After the agony in stony places
The shouting and the crying
Prison and palace and reverberation
Of thunder of spring over distant mountains
He who was living is now dead
We who were living are now dying
With a little patience

See here for audio. Brilliant and eerie on a rainy day. You’d never know he was from St. Louis.