it's a bad thing to have a wireless internet connection ... it really is.

you sit yourself down and tell yourself that you're going to do work, you really are, and you have your books and notebooks and index cards and highlighters and pens and pencils and calculators and syllabi all laid out next to you on the couch - as i do know - and what do you wind up doing? obsessively checking gmail to see if someone decided to hire you on a sunday afternoon and reading other people's blogs.

you're a loser, you know that, don't you?

okay, now that i have finished projecting my self-loathing onto everyone, i will go back to work.

maybe.