The Art of Procrastination

One of the fond memories of my collegiate experience that I will take with me is the joy of realizing at 1:30 in the afternoon, that I have a 5-6 page paper on an 875 page novel due at 5 p.m. They really should put a warning label on the English Major declaration paper. Somehow I managed to bang out a paper, however it leaves me to ponder the wisdom of graffiti that my father found in a bathroom stall. It goes as follows: "God didn't create the world in 7 days. He *&$#%* off for six days, and pulled an all nighter." Perhaps this shall be my epitaph... O well, just another 10,000 years in Purgatory.