itchy

Yesterday, my writing partners and I were noting this moment where you want to get through your work so badly that you start itching. And not in the clichéd idiomatic sense of "itching to do something." No, where your skin starts spazzing out as a corporeal reflection of your emotive drive.

Tuesday, I scratched the itch all afternoon.

Behold the site of hallucinatorily confident writing:

This is the new computer that I inherited from my mother--a pristine handmedown early birthday present that is so thrilling to me.
Here, the statement of purpose has been well-revised, as has the first chunk of c3: both ready for advisor's perusal.

Now, I just have to scratch away again and again.

The Lists

This was the list 2 weeks ago. I did do it all and then revised it all--it just took me two weeks instead of the wished-for 1.
TO DO WORK:
Thurs: Analyze dvd for c4 and write Ricoeur section. Half done.
Fri: Ricoeur section. Half-assedly done.
Sat: Analyze dvd for c4 and do my own theory section. Rewrite Marx section. Rewrite future and performance section. Overambitious much? Answer: yes. I sat and stewed for most of the day, then went to yoga, and came home and fiddled around with argument writing.
Sun: Revise c3 first section.
Mon: Write first Cham close reading for c3.

And here's the current list:
Wed: Convo w/advisor3. Evening with babe.
Thurs: Write proposal.
Fri: Plan writing samples(10page and 30page). Meeting w/advisor1.
Sat: Write teaching philosophy.
Sun: Revise proposal.
Mon: Pull together writing samples.