One more, into the breech

And the paper continues! I figured out, while walking home after dinner, why this first part of the paper has been nagging me so. I'm making all the points I need to make, but I'm not leading into them properly. Genius!

Also, the fact that I'm describing 2600 words as "first part of the paper" makes me die a little inside. The upside: My prof won't have to be concerned that I phoned it in.

So, off to add in bits and piece, and then? Oh, and then! Then, I may actually write about my research. That's right. 2600 words and I haven't even started the section on what I researched or how. I've only done the bits about the research to begin my research.

::reads last line::

Holy christ but I'm an academic. Send booze.

...

And porn.

The Husband has weird kinks

Me: [Quoting from my paper.] "There must be proof that some portions of comic books have to exist in order for comic books to be defined as comic books. These criteria have to be non-negotiable. Without them, one must be able to prove that comic books would not be comic books."

The Husband: [deep, happy sigh]

Me: "What?"

The Husband: "You're writing epistemology, and you don't even know it." [beat] "It's sexy."

Me: "Okay. But does it work in the bounds of the paper?"

The Husband: "Yes, that's what I'm saying." [beat] "Now say 'A is A'."

Me: "A is A."

The Husband: [happy sigh]