I am appalled. I am appalled at myself right now. The work I've done for one of my classes is so horrible. It seems to be the work of a 4th grader. What was I thinking? Why is this so horrible? Do I have no thought whatsoever? What have I been doing this semester. Then I remember. All those other things: music, composing, rediculous other things, poetry, russian, thinking about Mike. Rediculous. All of it...rediculous. This paper is so badly done that I want to smack myself.