in one week from this exact moment in time, i will be at the bar condensing my own private senior week into about 7 hours... A celebration of completion. A limited celebration as will have to be up prior to the crack of dawn for work the next day and carry on the "workweek" in such a fashion.

I've decided to cop out of my social inequality 10page research paper by compiling, downsizing the 40+ pages I have on gay marriage (my god how it adds up over the years!) and then updating it... this should only take about 2 hours of "work." maybe i shouldn't be writing this... leaving proof of my academic laziness... but then who am i kidding? although i'd love to believe it, i doubt that many people are reading this, let alone the specific group of people that would unmask me as the self-plageurist i am. [but is it plageurism when one forgets to cite one's self? it's been a long-time-running debate.]

so, 15pages and a final [11-feet, 3-inches of writing and 2hours of short essay answering] are all that separates me from self-imposed essaying and reading and freedom to revolt for such self-imposition, radically. to knit freely and watch weather channel sans guilty-feeling that i could be using time more effectively/productively.

and a week closer to fidgetting at the arrivals gate and pestering the information desk clerk with questions pertaining to the duration of time in which i must endure giddy anxious impatience before my love descends the escalator to baggage claim.