sunday's shoulds, wonders, and wishes

i am supposed to be working on a paper right now. oh, it's the story of my life. i don't think i am actually going to be able to write all the papers i have to write before this semester is over. my last real semester of school. scary thought. happy thought too.

i am supposed to be writing about chaucer's troilus and criseyde. i am supposed to be writing that troilus was not the typical, romantisized knight because he is feminized and has a hard time having an erection (no pun intended), which is a mark for an unheroic, immature, and worthless knight. i am supposed to be writing that pandarus could possibly be seen as a kind of sex therapist for troilus and criseyde. did you know they actually had sex therapists in the middle ages? who knew? not me. until having to write this paper, that is.

i am supposed to be working. typing. having enlightening thoughts. but all i want to do is go to bed. sleep. and sleep. and sleep some more. "don't wake me i plan on sleeping," postal service now comes to mind. i wonder if brett is finished with his chaucer paper. i wonder if he remembered to do it. i wonder if he would be willing to finish mine. i wish my cd player was a little closer. i'd put a cd in and turn it down low to play me to sleep. i wonder if abby is working tonight. it's too late to call her house. i wonder if she'll get a cell phone when she goes to new york. i wish she would. i wish she had one now. sarah and richard are in the other room. i wonder what they are talking about. i hear their voices. i wish they would come and talk to me, distract me. maybe i will go and talk to them, distract them. i should be writing this paper. but it just so easy not to care.