My brain is in a fog, I slept three hours later than I had planned, due to being so impossibly hungover I scared the shit out of Amy when she found me unelegantly sprawled on the hallway floor, begging to be put of my misery, and because I started my essay so late, my plans for this afternoon/evening of hanging out with people, and going to Evensong at the University Cathedral in Radcliffe Square are shot as well. And this essay is not going to be good. I enjoyed Tender is the Night, but I can't seem to hold onto a cohesive thread of arguement. I have too much textual evidence to use for an eight page paper, and not enough critical back up. Ugh.

Enough complaining, back to work.