Fleshy, Tasty Meanings

I don't think I've ever enjoyed writing a paper this much. Seriously, I think the last time I really had fun writing an essay was back in high school. Not only am I finding it intellectually stimulating to write the paper, I'm also very happy with the company I have. I've been sitting in M's room for the past 5 hours (minus a 45 minute trip to the gym) because we're both writing papers for the same class. I'm taking as long as I normally do to write papers (okay, maybe a little longer), but it's been five times more fun because I'm not so worried about time (if M's not finished, I don't need to be either!), and because M and I have such a great shared sense of humor. I think one of the reasons I dislike writing papers is that I dislike being by myself for too long, and I generally organize my thoughts by discussing them with someone else. When I'm here with M, neither of those are an issue because I can run ideas by her at any point or make random comments for socialization. Also, M is going to have one of her papers published in a literary journal, so I appreciate any critiques she can give me.

Well, I think I'm starting to not make sense, so I should probably go finish the last page and a half of my essay before it gets too late. I still have to make a collage on a champagne bottle for my dot's post-I gift!

A QUOTE FROM M'S PAPER:

"The meat is the fleshy, tasty, more enjoyable level of meaning that is not quite the heart!"

A CONVERSATION:

M: I'm arguing that the buttons represent punctuation.
Me: Because they're round and small like periods?
M: No! Well, yes, but no!