I know you think you're in a tragic condition

Another absurdly productive day. If this keeps up, I might stand to have my affairs in order within the semester! I'm almost afraid of what I'd do with myself the morning I wake up and realize my bills are paid, my papers written and knowing what I'm doing tomorrow.

But until then, I still have a few applications to fill out, laundry, two credit cards to pay off, an assortment of deadlines to meet, and not enough hours in the day for it all. There's something to be said for knowing where you stand.

Partook of an impromptu coffee tasting at Starbucks this afternoon - the district manager was there when I swung by to see George. Mmm, Brazilian blend with crumb cake. We were even told how to drink the coffee and discussed the flavors they each brought out in the other. It was like wine tasting for yuppies.

Also, huzzah for Gainesville's newest registered voter! How cool was filling out that card? This citizenship thing kicks.

I've had this song stuck in my head, and it remains a mystery as to how it didn't end up on the album, much less as the next single. *grooves*

GIP the third. Though it's an Edison set picture, it's got a distinct Many-Roomed Houses of Wood to it, too, no? Aah, if only they'd always be so obliging in providing us with fic imagery.

A not-so-hypothetical question:

Say a friend asked you to write a relatively easy paper for him, with plenty of advance, on a book you're already more than halfway through anyway, for a class of over 200 people for which the chances of the professor being the one to read all the four-page papers himself being, just an a generous ballpark figure, slim to none.

The only caveat being that you wrote said professor a brief paper last semester (for a different class of about as many people).

Oh, and you stand to make a pretty sweet profit.

Thoughts?