procrastination as elevated to an art form

should be reading for the ethnic conflict exam on thursday... nicer to drink tea and whine about stress levels... that is what university students do.

Today, for example. Woke up to CBC's news, slept through a class, woke up again, wrote response paper that was supposed to be handed in during previously slept through class, emailed said paper to prof, ran to school, was lectured at, came home to study.... which thus far hasn't happened to a great extent!

I did, however, make chicken stock from the remains of the thanksgiving fowl. The wierdest part was preparing them for roasting and having to saw the necks off. I am used to looking at dead chicken and completely divorcing the meat from it's previous animated form. Somehow the necks made them look obscene. Whereas before they were just un-cooked dinner, with necks they became a little bit alien.

Now though, they are just carcasses and have made nice stock, and I feel like a 1950's house wife... who should be studying...or ironing...