Paper Paper is Made of Paper

This paper is now nine minutes late. Aaaand it's really nowhere near done, since I decided this morning, after a dream in which Rescom was actually a timetravel organization and my mom forced K-Fed to kiss me for Valentine's Day (cursing me with bad luck forever and the amazing ability to travel to the future and return 30 seconds later five years older and with a bad haircut), my thesis didn't really fit with the rest of the paper the way it was organized at the time. So I've been rewriting it in the Reg for the past... hour. If I hadn't taken that extra nap, it probably would've been done on time, but probably not very good, since I was well-near exhausted before I gave in and took a nap, which severely hindered my ability to make good decisions regarding organization and arguments. Bah. Papers. Too much writing. Adding everything together, I've written 46 pages in the past five days, not counting things I wrote and then erased, which would probably add another ten pages at least. Plus outlines. Omg. No wonder I'm braindead. When I get back tonight, I'm going to sleep for a day.