Procrastinatorator

I have a film analysis due in approximately 34 hours.  I've only written the synopsis.  Why does it seem like this whole semester has been a delicate balance between just getting the darn homework done, and procrastinating out the wazoo?  I haven't a clue.  I'm just very glad there are only three weeks left.  Then, as always happens, I can have a whole month to decide that I actually miss being busy and constantly strapped for time.

It snowed more today, and it was thrilling.  Seeing the white beautifulness on the ground - not to mention fluttering happily through the air - made my day.  I worked on Monday.  Someone referred to it as God's dandruff.  It registered in my mind as a slight insult at the time, though I didn't say that to her.  I was tempted to comment here on it further, but I think I'll just leave it at a bad analogy.

Keep bringing the snow.  I loves it.