Volcanoes

I wrote a thesis paper almost three times today. I wrote the most amazing piece of writing I had ever composed, with those Shirley Hazzard type metaphors, and real emotion, more so than in any of my other Brogan papers, only for it to be deleted when I logged out of my school domain thing. Now I am trying to rewrite it, for the second time today. It will never be as good as the first original, and that is the frustrating part. Every sentence I write I measure up to the original, I have lost my sovereignty in this! Just like Walker Percy says...
I am:
Thinking about putting another picture on here, but not
Smelling something wonderful cooking in the oven, a TV dinner!
Poised over my Percy handout with the paper itself in another window
Tired already
Listening to Hide and Seek by Imogen Heap