Head is full of discourse analysis. I want to give it up and do something else, but my hands keep grabbing the book and my eyes are reading the text, against my will! I type stuff in the document, then wonder how I'm supposed to make it all fit together. There's a day tomorrow too, but only that day. I would like to watch Netflix and chill, or continue with my neverending artediting project, but I'm not tired yet. Not allowed to sleep yet, or watch movies. Why must I be so diligent and dutiful?