ah, procrastination.

I have a two page philosophy essay due on Tuesday. I'd plan on procrastinating till Monday night, but I *know* I won't get home till past nine, as usual, and I *know* I'll be exhausted and want nothing more than to flop down on my bed and go to sleep, and I *know* I should at the very least get started now... and I'm not.

Someone kick me.

y'all have a good night now

Having just watching Sweet Home Alabama (cute movie, though kinda predictable at times), I feel the deep need to speak broadly and slowly. This fills me with chagrin and fear. Come on, I'm from Massachusetts! I talk fast and firmly believe there are only 25 letters in the alphabet: no R. (All right, no, I don't, but still.) My fear of southern accents is deep and soul-rending. Curse this tendency to pick up anything I hear for two hours!

_{...and I haven't written a word of that paper, which makes me feel a wee bit guilty. Oh well.}