"A Modest Proposal"

I have to write a composition about the tone of Jonathan Swift's "A Modest Proposal," but all I can think about is whether or not I have school tomorrow. It doesn't even make a difference. I either go to school for three hours and draw, or I don't. Big deal. And yet, it is still bothering me. Or maybe I just don't want to write the composition, which is more likely. I don't know how to turn the tone of "A Modest Proposal" into an entire composition anyway. It seems like one of those things you could knockout in just a few sentances. "The tone of Jonathan Swift's "A Modest Proposal" is ______." The End.
Snow days in college are a funny thing. You really don't want to have to get up at six thirty just to go do something for three hours that you could just as easily do at home. Then again, it's three hours of doing something you could just as easily do at home. How hard can your day really be?
I think I am also a little bit bitter towards my World Lit professor right now. She is starting to let off a kind of "I'm better than you" feel. It was cute the first week, but now it's just kind of like....you really DO just think you are better than all of us. Which, okay, you are a successful, working woman with however many jobs, a great car, a family, and time to go to yoga, but still. You're quite a few years our senior. Just give us a chance before you start accusing us of being beneath you. Maybe that is the real reason I just can't seem to get into this composition.
I find it a tad bit ironic (or is it sarcastic? I can never get those usages right) that I can spend five minutes typing out a blog, but hours of staring at "A Modest Proposal" and it's prompt yields me absolutely nothing. Nothing but a weak thesis statement and my name at the top of the page. That's a lie. It doesn't even deserve to be called a thesis.
And now I'll go back to staring at my prompt, and refreshing the UNT website every few minutes to see if they've updated it due to the weather. And maybe eating some more of these twisted puff cheetos that I most certainly don't need.
I'm just glad they are twisted puff cheetos and not one-year-old, Irish babies.