again, I have

procrastinated the day of my repentance. It's gonna be a long, long night...me and Traherne and Dickson and maybe Kim if she's up and checking her email. Too bad how Traherne has been dead for 3 centuries and I'd never heard of Dickson until about 3:48 this afternoon. Apparently, though, he's friends with Sid Gottleib, who Kim saw at a party on Tuesday. what an odd world.

All this garbage thus translates to: I have a 7-pager for Kim's class due tomorrow that I haven't really started, and the only thing standing between me and my bed is my Mountain Dew Slurpee. But rather than working on the paper, I think I'm gonna go have dinner.

(final exclamation to self: 6 semesters (nearly) down, 1 1/2 to go!)