Why do you have to be so damn hard!?
Okay, so in case you don't understand, over here in England-Land, it's 4am. I've been tip-tapping away at the keys for a good 3-and-a-half hours now, trying to get an essay that was meant to be done in a week done in the space of 4 hours. I didn't honestly think I could do it, but neither did I think it would end THIS bad.
So, there I am, typing away at the keys, with no problem up until about half 2. By this point, I've written about 2,000 words over 5 pages in the book, and I'm feeling pretty good about myself.
ALL OF A SUDDEN, COOKIE CLICKER HAPPENS
...Y'know when you have a train of thought, and you feel it's going somewhere?
COOKIE CLICKER IS THE FUCKING THING THAT DERAILED THAT TRAIN
So, for the next hour I strain my way through the rest of the book, trying to find something, anything to get this train back.
...Not a damn thing.
Finally, after 3 and a half hours of working my butt off, I submit at the 2,808th word. I can't do this anymore.
This is a pretty harsh wakeup call for me - I have NEVER had a problem with English Lit until this fucking roadblock has arrived. I've gotta hand in the essay tommorow, and it's barely half-finished.
Not only that, but I've drastically overcomplicated things: the essay was only meant to be 900 words long.
God-fucking damnit English Lit.