There's only so much you can do in terms of stringing coherent thoughts together if you're fatigued and seriously intimidated by what you have to do, or write, or give a textual analysis of--informed by popular culture theory. 

You get the feeling you know this shit, you've written shit like this before. you've been to the lectures. and taken copious notes.

You've taken 18.5 courses in how-to-read-a-text-using-Marxist/Feminist/Postmodernist/Semiotic-theory, got dammit.

But I still sort of feel clueless like the sperm in the condom floating in the toilet in Fight Club.

"You have to wonder what do sperm think.

This?

This is the vaginal vault?"

Except you sort of have a better head to think with than the sperm.