"Smoke me a kipper..."

I have dithered too long in this room and sucked all the mana out of it. No more productive energy. Very sad story. It was such a good room, too.

The situation, as it stands:
Mum is out of the hospital, as of today. You didn't know she was in, but she was. This all went down the day before the Big Paper of Unpleasant was due. This was decidedly a Bad Thing.

The Big Paper of Unpleasant is nearing completion. Today's work on said Paper was aided by a power outage in my apartment. (God is being cheeky.) I have scavenged about 7 (!!) pages of gibberish from the first incarnation of the Paper, which, edited, should be of use to me. (I shouldn't use it at all, but that's another story...) I also have about three pages of gibberish, recently written, which, combined with the aforementioned blatherings, may result in an almost passable paper.

Problem: The introduction is (cover your ears) kicking my ass. Also, pulling it all together will entail scrapping many pages of finished work and writing more in their place. On top of that, there's the dilemma of how much analysis from my first draft I can get away with keeping. Maybe if I restructure and contextualize he won't notice??

Humbug. Back to it.