Blurred Line

While I procrastinate on my essay (about the nature and role of literary authority in The Clerk's Tale...doesn't that just sound like something everyone would jump at the chance to write about?), a few brief notes:

Finished reading Lolita. Was just as good as expected.
Completely forgot to mention it, but the start of April was this blog's second anniversary. I didn't get it anything.
NHL playoffs start Wednesday for my Ottawa Senators. I'm very excited. We're taking on the Pittsburgh Penguins which, unless I'm mistaken, are Struggling Writer's team. I foresee some sort of bet that results in blogosphere-wide humiliation for the loser.
At least one acceptance for Clarion West is already in the books. Time to start getting nervous.
I badly burned my esophagus today on a forkful of mashed potatoes while eating leftover turkey dinner. Now it hurts to swallow.
At this point of the night (slash morning) I realize that I no longer care about parallels between Petrarch, Walter and God. How will this paper ever get finished?
I haven't shaved since Saturday morning. I look like a hobo.
At the building where I do my laundry (a friend's place down the street, mine has no laundry room), there are a bunch of signs posted about a suspect who keeps coming in and stealing stuff from the machines. I am afraid for my shirts.
16 days and I'm done university. Surreal.
I would give pretty much anything for a bowl of ice cream right now.
Sunday night I stayed up till 3 AM with my roommate watching a show called Brat Camp. You know how on shows like Survivor, when a person's speaking to the camera, they'll put up a bar displaying the person's name and their tribe, or maybe where they're from, or what their occupation is? Well, on this show, they have that bar with the kid's name, age, and what their problem is. Stuff like "Hostile Outcast", "Angry Punk", and "Stabbed His Twin Brother". At that point in the morning, I thought it was hilarious.
Also, if you've been living under some sort of viral video rock and haven't seen this yet...well, for shame.


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