Well, me being the diligent student that I am, I came down to campus and actually finished my paper the day before it’s due. I must be sick.
Now I should be printing reserve readings and for my classes tomorrow, but instead I’m surfing the boards and sending some e-mails.
Shoveling snow. Instead I’m sitting here with my cat in my lap, listening to Virginia Rodriques (Brazilian – nice and tropical), and periodically glancing out the window, where it looks like we’ve gone from sleet back to snow.
I’m supposed to be writing a 5-to-7-page paper on Victorian Poetry.
It’s due exactly four hours from now.
I’ve just now decided what my thesis is and have started typing my opening paragraph.
Like Calvin, I work only under pressure.
I should be counting b-gal reporter cells to determine infectivity of infection for a HIV virus grown under various experimental treatments.
The only problem is after 45 min or so I start to feel ill 
I also should go check out the BSL-3 and make sure the formaldehyde bomb has cleared 
But between the smell of formaldehyde and the cell counting I’ll probably spew.
I should be doing one of several things…
Ideally, I should be in class right now. However, if you take a look at my location, you’ll probably figure out why I’m not (i.e. they closed the uni due to the Giant Blizzard, so I’m home.)
Still, I could/should be doing something productive, like writing a paper for American Lit II, or reading for Major American Authors or Shakespeare II, or studying for the translation quiz that’s scheduled for Wednesday in my Chaucer class.
Later, my pretties. Much later.