Ulysses, part deux

Well, here I am, once again procrastinating the writing of a paper for my Ulysses class. Luckily, I've already put a four-pager to rest for Professor Marshik's other class - 20th century British literature (or a reasonable approximation thereof). I'm linking a lot in this article, in that clever little way that we bloggers sometimes do. When I do that, you can assume I'm trying to burn up some time.

What soothes me is that time races inexorably forward toward tomorrow and that before day breaks (well, maybe not before day breaks, but certainly before 10:40 a.m.) I will have completed this beast - the last serious paper of my college career. Because I can't allow myself not to. I am a procrastinator and I wait until the -last- minute. I always have. And I'm going to get an A on this paper just like I always do, damnit.

Now, if only I could start it.