you will drink from the brook and the ravens will feed you there

Why is it that when one must study one gets attacked by a fleet of ideas of other wonderful things one must do at that very moment. It is so unfair.I want to run, I want to make chilli chocolate muffins, I want to make paintings of ravens and elephants stomping for water and a boy with a thislte crown on a tin shanty roof, I want to write a song about a brook that never dries, I want to form a sculpture from rice, wood glue and red thread,I want to read all of Samuel right now. Most of all I want to write him a letter.