A Good Man is Hard to Find

Actually, I'm not lamenting about men. I've done that enough recently. I'm lamenting about the paper I have to write about Flannery O'Conner's short story "A Good Man is Hard to Find." And actually, this might fit more under the category of "procrastination" as opposed to "lamentation."

I was going to start this paper on the bus ride home yesterday. I had seven hours. I wrote "A Good Man is Hard to Find" at the top of a page. I did do some other homework, but nothing that was due on Monday like this paper is. Oops. I got back to the dorm at midnight, got to bed at 1:30, and set my alarm for 5:30 this morning so I could get up and do it before church. I ended up getting up at 7:30. Oops again. I have a busy day today which is why I was going to get up early. I go to Sunday School now so church lasts from 9:30 to 12:00. I have track from 3:00 to 5:00. I have to talk to Tom sometime this evening. And I have small group from 8:00 to 9:00. So yeah, I really should be working on this paper.

I'm done with two of the four pages, so I have a good start. If each of my paragraphs is one half a page long, I'll end up with three. In other words, I need to make sure that all of my paragraphs are slightly longer than one half a page. I'm doing pretty well with that aspect so far. In fact, I'm right on pace. But yeah, I really don't want to do any more of this silly paper. All I want to do today is take a nap... a very long nap. I almost fell asleep in church today. and I may not get much sleep tonight due to the whole "I'm doing a blog post instead of writing a paper" thing.

I guess maybe I should go and do the whole paper thing now.