On The Move…

et la souffrance….  *shudder*

The fear and the suffering.  And no, I’m not referring to anything more significant or less egocentric than this awful, awful, overdue, awful French paper I’m writing right now.  I’ve been working at it since 6pm (it’s now close to midnight), but between 9pm and 10.40pm I don’t think I managed to write a single word.  Pas d’un mot.  Bleah.

Chronology of French paper:

7 Nov: Paper is due in class; I had already asked for an extension a week before (it was the week before the Dins concert)
8 Nov: I start reading for and actually writing the paper.  The required length is 6-8 pages.  I churn out a reasonable four pages on the theme of the soulessness of the post-war Parisian banlieues described in Christiane Rochefort’s “Les Petits Enfants du Si