why can't I write this chapter?

I'm attempting to write the final chapter of my thesis. Actually, it's my first chapter sequence-wise, but it's the last one I have to write. I went to bed early last night (I think before 7 pm--it might have been right before 8pm), so I could wake up and write before glancing at my French homework and going to French class. I will have the chapter completed by tomorrow and have the entire draft complete before next Wednesday (there, I just publicly challenged myself). So tomorrow I'll be locking myself up somewhere deep in the stacks of King Library and will not let myself leave until it's complete or the library closes. Either way, it will be done tomorrow!

And the sooner I finish the draft, the sooner I can have fun. Linsey is currently taking her exam, so it'll be tempting to go to Hamilton and mess around and subject myself to Buffy torture. OK, it's not torture, but I still don't get the Buffy craze.

Let me praise my friend Scott for a bit. Few people can boast about having such a good friend. We've been through a lot together--the good, the bad, and everything else in between. If I need help, he's the first person I call. If I want to share something I'm really excited about, he's the first person I tell. If I'm frustrated or mad (even at him), he's the first person I complain to. He's usually the first person I'll share anything with, and he's always willing to listen to me ramble. And I like to ramble, especially about my quirky obsessions--and I have lots of them. Well, Bollywood is my current India-sized obsession, and while most of my friends tolerate my ramblings, he's my only friend who's been open-minded about Bollywood (and Kari--I can't forget Kari!) and has willingly watched a handful of BW films and has discussed them (in greater detail than he probably wants to) with me. So while I often find myself part of a world programmed to misunderstand me, I know that Scott's always there for me, even when he doesn't understand me. Scott, you're the best! I love you dearly!