Huzzah, I Say. Huz. Zah.

There's a reason I've never learned not to procrastinate--it's never been a problem. The paper that is due tomorrow that I was going to start on last weekend, but never started on until an hour ago is done. The proposal for my midterm research paper that I should have started thinking about two weeks ago but didn't even have a topic in mind until 15 minutes ago is done. And it rocks, by the way. I'll share it later.

In other news...there are quite often people waiting in line for my place of employment to open in the mornings. I can understand that on days when the football game starts in 3 hours and you have to get your black and gold clown-hair wig, but I don't understand it on days when it is freaking Sunday and the team just got their asses handed to them the day before. Do you really need that foam claw right this minute? Really? Why? Do you have to have the fuzzy cowboy hat before you go to work on Tuesday?

And as long as we're talking about these people, let me say that a 30+ year old guy who has Drew Tate bedsheets custom-made is, simply put, a freak. And more than slightly disturbing. Poor Drew, I can only imagine that some day he'll find himself strapped down onto those bedsheets while some nutjob aims a sledgehammer at his ankles.