I like to call it The Wrath of Procrastination. I am certain that Graeme is deep in his sleep laughing about how silly I was for starting my paper around 10pm tonight.

What can I say? I like my last minute exercises. And by last minute I mean I have to get up in an hour and a half. The up side to all of this is that I can proofread upon arrival at school. I generally am there an hour early thanks to my personal bus driver, Lawrence.

I cannot see straight. I have to write two more papers in the next 24 hours. Blargh.