what are we calling it, now?

Saw The Real Inspector Hound at Stone Soup last night--it was all right, but the Bathhousians were better. Stone Soup is a very odd (very small!) space; I don't think Hound is a good show for the space, irregardless of anything else. Far too cramped. Ah well.

Didn't do any homework yesterday; not suprising. Did do some on Friday, which is rather suprising. I don't have much to do this weekend--although I probably should have more, meaning I ought to be working on my term papers as well, but I am so burnt out...I can't. I just don't want to face them yet. I'm not doing any work on Tuesday nor Thursday next; Wednesday I will probably have to work all day so never mind any social engagements I may have had. Friday...argh. Some then too.
Just think, it's almost over. Nearly done. And then three whole weeks of no homework at all. (Considering I whine so much about this, why on earth do I keep doing it? It's a funny thought. But thinking about quitting is too bizarre to even contemplate; what would I do with myself?)

Mostly because I'm procrastinating...( a wishlist )

Oh, and I also have loads of gmail invites; so if you want a gmail account, email me at mine (erudite.imp at gmail) and I will set you up.

Now I really do have to read more homework. *le sigh* Nearly done. Nearly done.