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huh. that sounds a lot more like foot-fetishist erotica now that I read it.
I am oh so very close to done with my senior paper, and with it, college. Make no mistake, this terrifies me to the bone, but I'll have a nervous breakdown after it's done. what stands in my way? footnotes. footnotes. footnotes. the very word sounds to me like some impish monster. I'm bringing the paper in for one last advisorial tweak tomorrow and I have been up all night working on the footnotes. This particular paper is on greek tragedy, the oresteia in particular, and is supposedly my great scholarly work which marks the culmination of my higher education. hee. culmination, education. everything's starting to sound like schoolhouse rock. i of course think it's the worst thing i've ever put to paper, but i'm so sick of it that i'm no longer a fair judge.
which brings me here, to this self-indulgent little whimpering thread in which footnotes have taken on a life of their own, nasty little critters, the textual equivelent of chiggers i'm trying to isolate one by one while my cats try to get me to feed them.
and of course, i can only respond to my own fussing with, 'oh shush you dumb bitch. they're just footnotes.' |
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