Can someone pull me out of the quicksand

Do we ever get a break?  I am so sick of writing that I wish my hand was broke!!!!  Rewrite this, that and the other, then do it again!  Just kidding, it's been a bad day.  Actually, I am looking forward to a change.

I was planning on submitting the first essay, but Prof. Simon advised against it.  I think I am going to submit, if I ever get the rewrites right :) essay 3 and the midterm.  I like those two the best, besides, they are the freshest one in my overly taxed brain.  FYI, Prof Simon, I am still working on my others for rewrites too.

GrrrrGrumbleGrrrr

It has been a long night.  One of my dogs, my old girl Annie, kicked, had nightmares all night long.  Her kicking and nightmares threw me into my own fitful night of tossing, turning, and nightmares of my own.  My nightmares consisted of my mom's family, 2 sets of them.  It would have been a nice dream if most of the family  wasn't there, and my favorite aunt and my grandmother should had been.  Oh well, at least I was at my grandmother's house.  Even though ownership has taken place, which has its own issues, it is still and will always be grandma's house.  So, needless to say, I am sleep deprived and a whole lot cranky, but life goes on.

Now as I sit here "trying to get my juices flowing" my thoughts are wandering from one thing to another.  I am thinking about what and how I am writing, being critical as usual about what I am doing, wondering why the heck I am doing it anyway.  Yes there are issues I am having, but now is not the time, I need more coffee in order to be civil.