The death of me

This essay we were assigned it going to be the death of me. I dont know what to research. I dont know what to write about. I dont know how to start. Its 10:30 and I can't do anything productive with this darn essay. So I'm blogging. I don't remember The Rivals. It's all a blur to me. King Lear is now my best friend. Which is the most horrifying thing I have ever said. So goodbye everyone, because this paper is seriously going to kill me.