The worst thing ever:

Knowing that the exact quote you want exists somewhere within a three foot radius of where you are sitting, but wasting your whole day not finding that paragraph again amid the mountains of text you've cocooned yourself in.

Treachery.

I'm not doing very well at keeping up with this blog.

Well, it's 1 a.m. and I just got lost in my own paragraph and if that isn't a sign that I need a microwave noodle bowl then I don't know what is. So while I eat these I'll bullet point some miscellaneous struggles--we can't have the library books getting all noodley.

-For every 100 pages I've skimmed, I'm using about one sentence.
-I'm pretty sure I just wrote the same sentence three times in a row.
-This section on Sikes is really turning out to be a head-scratcher.
-I'm spending way too much time researching minor details that would only be useful for the second half of one sentence, such as:
-What happened to Bob Fagin after Dickens left the factory? I have no idea.
-Overall I think I'm selling it pretty well, considering I don't believe half of what I'm writing.

Sadly, I think I'm still only in stage 1 of Julia's Stages of Paper Writing. I had a brief moment of stage 3 while the library started with that buzzer, but the noodles are clearing that up.

I think I have this thing more or less framed, I just need to get my head in the game and string these sentences together better.