balance, repetition, composition, mirrors.

I'm procrastinating like it's my job tonight. I still haven't really gotten a single thing done. Hopefully, I'll find a wormhole during free-block tomorrow. I think that's the only way I'll be able to finish all the stuff I'm telling myself I can get done during that forty-five minutes. Work tonight was just a load of bunk. This weekend, though, was the polar opposite, so it's really all good. Things even out. Highlights include pirate golf, a certain scurvy dialect, a clubhouse, and watching late night television while not making sense. Despite all this homework mess, I'm feeling pretty good right now - other than the whole parting thing. That was no good. This week's looking solid right now. Word on the street's starting to say that Friday involve Alex and Paul Wall, which sounds good to me. In the meantime, I think I have a reasonable load, including a physics lab that could launch one thousand tears. In the meantime, I think I'll have a difficult-to-cope-with week of Choir. In the meantime, I'd better get some sleep.. If that doesn't happen, things are looking grim.

Oh, and a surprise party was perfect icing on a perfect cake. Pun intended.