Indecent Proposals and the Knife that wouldn't stop cutting People

I sent off my final paper proposal to my seminar instructor four hours before the deadline. My topic was pretty well-set from the first time I sent in a proposal and got back the comment "A very do-able topic." The problem I'm having is that I think I'm looking at my topic too broadly...for instance:

In this paper I plan to demonstrate the relationship between vernacular and popular medicine in Early Modern England and popular remedies that were practiced on a relatively broad scale. Emphasis will be placed on remedies involving the four humors of the body and how people of this period sought to experiment with potions and other recipes in order to cure the ailments of different diseases, including syphilis and the many plagues that struck London throughout the seventeenth century. I will look as to how religion influenced many of the medicinal practices and how the "vernacularization" of texts from Latin to English challenged traditional medicinal customs and practices, both of the church and of Early Modern society as a whole.

It seems so broad, vague, and triflingly boring and I'm sure I'll have a blast writing it. This is the second time I've sent in my proposal and after I hit the submit button each time I couldn't help but feel like what I have sent in is total crap. I have a month to construct my paper after I get the final green light on this. If I can take my 2 page, completely dense and wordy proposal and let it expand to what is should be AND actually do all of my necessary research, I should arrive somewhere near the 25 page goal.

Anyway, my friends came up last night. I had a great time with them. We celebrated St. Patrick's day by drinking Coronas and slicing our fingers open while trying to cut limes with a hunting knife that was FAR too sharp. I was the first to do it and honestly my thumb just touched the blade of the knife. Shortly after that one of my friends cut his finger and about 45 minutes later my roommate got his thumb pretty good. After the bleeding eventually stopped (for my roommate it took a good half-hour or so) and we had cleaned the blood from the table, wall, and floor we got back to our shenanigans...drinking, talking, laughing, trash-talking, challenging one another to judo matches (I did not partake), and just having a good time being around each other. We finally passed out between 2 and 3, I honestly do not remember when exactly.

I also got a keyboard out of the visit so double win for me. After I get back home I'm going to start jamming.