Mind...exploding...

Socrates just never shuts the fuck up, does he? Damn bandy-legged Greek know-it-all.

I think it’s time for me to read some science fiction and play with my cat.

My draft is now at fourteen pages (for a twelve to fifteen page paper). This means, when I’m done, I’ll have to go back and excise a couple of pages from my longwinded prose… Stick a fork in me for the moment.

Hell, I haven’t even gotten to the Republic yet within the paper.