This is what it is to be an English major. I sat down at my desk around 2 pm yesterday to start a term paper on a book I didn't actually read. (It was Clarissa, aka the longest book in our language, aka, that sucker was 700 pages abridged. And it's epistolary . . . ) Got some preliminary stuff done, but I kept having to stop so I could take care of the dogs, make dinner, do laundry.
From 7 pm to 7 am I wrote straight through. IT'S DONE and it meets the page limit and it doesn't suck. >12 hours crouched over a laptop. Geez.
I can't take a nap until after class, and then I have to work all afternoon. So that part is most definitely not a rave.