So I've been pushing off reading this book for my Native American Literature class. We are suppose to be done tomorrow and I still have 350+ pages to read. Oh my sweet love Procrastination, we have been good together for 20 years now. Nothing like spending a whole day glued to a novel about a Native man taking orders from a talking crow. Then we have a test tomorrow, then I have to see if this chick is going to disrespect me tomorrow, then go to my last psychology class. This will be a day of many woes, but in which I will call forth domination and eradicate the misery of a tyrant's passionate philosophy to keep me in the "cage" of schoolage. All in all, I'm not scurred of the day to come. Just a bummer I have to spend all day reading today. How I curse school, my slumping Brewers, and my aweful softball teams. Peace Out
