I just finished a 40-minute analysis essay on Dover Beach by Matthew Arnolds.
Bite me.
It's been an entire summer since I last wrote anything worth reading. Cranking out this essay was like trying to squeeze Elmer's glue out of a container that had already been dried shut. Like clenching and clenching but getting nothing more than a prairie dog. Oh, the pain.
I don't know how much longer it will be before my muse returns. Formal writing has never been my forte.
I need to start reading again. ):
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