so yeah. procrastinating. also, my cat clyde has weighed in on the subject of writing term papers on a saturday afternoon, by laying himself directly across my notebook and commandeering my pen. i tried to tell him i had already spent plenty of time watching television, going food shopping, drinking beer, walking around union square, etc. but he didn't wanna hear about it. saturday homework is for bitches, he says. i guess you're right, clyde.
before i get down to business, i do want to report that they have finished working on first avenue(!) finally... however, not before they messed up and had to re-open the street, making a sound that caused me to inquire of charles williams iii if there were perhaps a monster thrashing around outside the front window that had come to destroy me. hey, that's what it sounded like from where i was sleeping. but it wasn't a monster, and as far as i can (cautiously) tell, they are done with whatever the hell it was that they were doing out there. may they not have to do that again for a hundred thousand years!
ok. paper time. enough messing around.
2 comments:
instead of writing papers, you should join facebook.
um, no.
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