intellectual paralysis

Ugh! I just don't think that my brain can work anymore. I've extruded 2 papers from my brain in 36 hours and I've got another one due in about 12 - but I'm totally fried. I know what I'm writing on - Orientalism in Borodin's portrayal of Konchakova in his opera Prince Igor and how that transforms into 1950s orientalism when the aria metamorphosizes into "Stranger in Paradise" in the 1950s musical Kismet. It's interesting and fun and I'm just finally wrapping my enfeebled brain around it and I wish I had another week to gather quotes and more sources leisurely but I don't. I need to squeeze this out of my head, go turn it in and hear a lecture on Kazakh folk music by my professors wife, give a stupid make-up final for the jazz class I TA and then curl up in bed and try not to be a phlegm phactory.

I've had the coffee and the cough syrup and I feel fairly awake and as sentient as I'm going to get at this point in the quarter.......I just can't seem to get going on this.