Blurred beyond compare

Despite the numerous efforts of fate, I have finally finished Both of my papers. It is only 2:02...the day is young, the shower is calling, and my head has managed to detach itself from my body, and is now perching amongst the buttons on my roommate's Pace poster. Hmm....what a lovely thing procrastination is....every time I recieve an assignment, I vow I will not succumb to its siren call. Yet, like Lewis Black is annually dissapointed by candy corn, I too find that Procrastination, though so enticing, is not the fair mistress she seemed. Kind of like the hooker I picked up while lurking in the dark alleyways of Paris.
Well, seeing as I smell vaguely like said alleyway of Paris, I think I am going to hop into the shower before curling up in bed with my bio book. Oh, yes, I have a test tomorrow...this was fabulous planning on my part. I could be part of Bush's strategery committee.
Creative speller until the day I finally get offed by a grammar enthusiast, aka Daniel.

I swear, my printer just said goodnight to me.