This, ladies and gentlemen (wait. Are there any gentlemen out there who read this? Hmma.) is the week of the semester I like to call the WEEK OF DEATH. *thunderclap thunderclap deep booming voice*
Three papers, none of which I have started. So, I'll probably be spamming lots. Wheeee!
Could turn out well in the end because nothing gets the muse going on fic like a nice acadmeic paper deadline. Go muse! Except, no.
Three papers, none of which I have started. So, I'll probably be spamming lots. Wheeee!
Could turn out well in the end because nothing gets the muse going on fic like a nice acadmeic paper deadline. Go muse! Except, no.
From:
no subject
*laughs*
You can always tell when I have the most due, because it's when I'm spamming Lj and writing the most. My muse doesn't understand that she's supposed to be helping me write essays, not fic. *g*
From:
no subject
What did people do to procrastinate before the internet?
From:
no subject
And there was always solitaire.
From:
no subject
I presume you mean played with cards, not on the computer?
From:
no subject
From:
no subject