Whine whine whine. I have to write a paper about dead people, and I’d rather not. Not that I’d like to write about living people, either, mind you.

There is a law of paper-writing that states that there is an inverse relationship between the amount of time spent writing a paper and the grade received on it. My genius plan, therefore, is to wait until the last possible moment, then type as quickly as possible without thinking. This may sound counterintuitive, but, fuckyouIhavetowritemypapernowohmygod.

Wednesday’s forecast: In conclusion, less think, more, uh, something.