I stayed up until 5:30 a.m. working on my third group presentation of the semester. Then, in a miraculous feat of willpower, I raised myself from the dea...er, sleeping, and got to my class just ten minutes late - albeit uncaffeinated and ready to maim. One hour later my professor leaned over and says, "Dan, I don't think there's going to be enough time to fit your group in today - not without rushing. Would you mind going after the [Thanksgiving] break?"
Normally this would've be a very good thing. (I am the Czar of Procrastination, after all) But I had differed other work to prepare for this particular group apocalypse; so now I'm going to be up until 5:30 a.m. again.
This has convinced me that the cosmic beatstick is officially Messing With Dan(TM). Joy.
Normally this would've be a very good thing. (I am the Czar of Procrastination, after all) But I had differed other work to prepare for this particular group apocalypse; so now I'm going to be up until 5:30 a.m. again.
This has convinced me that the cosmic beatstick is officially Messing With Dan(TM). Joy.