What Do You Mean I Have to Stay Here? The Sun Finally Came Out!

Have you ever noticed how some days everything is easy, and on other days it's like pulling teeth to get things done.  I promised myself I would get five full pages written on my article today, preferably before Evidence at 2:30.  Well, it's 1:00, I've been working for about 2.5 hours, and I've written one page.  ONE PAGE.  I write a sentence, realize it looks wrong/is on the wrong topic/doesn't flow from the previous sentence, and have to erase it.  And once I finally get it written in an appropriate way, I still have to find support for it from one of the many articles/cases in my 10 pound notebook of research.  

I don't think it's a motivation thing.  Sure, I'm not really feeling motivated, but that's usually the case, so it's nothing new.  I just think some days your brain is so fuzzy that you honestly can't accomplish anything.  And it's not my fault.  I had my phone stolen, so I don't have random texts coming in every half hour or so to make me laugh while I work, and LSBFF forgot her keys last night and I had to let her in late.

Apparently, she was banging on the door to our apartment for a solid fifteen minutes last night before I got out of bed to let her in.  Why?  Because I was asleep, and when I heard the very rhythmic, very loud knocking, I assumed (in my sleepy brain) that LSBFF was decorating the living room and hammering things into the walls.  I was so pissed at her for deciding to decorate in the middle of the night.  Eventually, the thought made its way to my brain that it was insane to decorate in the middle of the night and LSBFF is not insane.  So I got up and let her in.  Of course, in my sleepy state, I wasn't thinking very clearly, so I didn't actually pick up my glasses so that I could see who I was letting into the apartment.  Fortunately, it was my roomie and not a serial killer.  WIN.

Now back to attempting to summarize the justifications of textualism.