I am taking a small break to let the internet know that I am, in fact, going through with what I have said that I would be doing at this moment. I still have one hour and forty-seven minutes. Joe Walsh is playing as background music to my idiotic procrastinating essay write.
So, my fellow human beings, this is the good life and I welcome it whole-heartily.
Drinking black, old, slightly thick, extremely bitter coffee and going through tooth picks as though they were cigarettes. Because, well, let's face it, I can't smoke in my living room. Tisk tisk. That would smell up the house and make everyone inside really pissed off.
I really do love what I do. Sleep? Unnecessary. Keith Richards has been awake long enough for two lifetimes. I really recommend his autobiography, Life. Great read. Back to the essay for now...
Now I only have one hour and forty-two minutes.
UPDATE: It is 3:13 now. I am still working on my essay. I just wanted to update and say that I have gone over my predicted deadline. Oops...
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