Liquified goo

Don't know why I have to work
Don't know why I can't play

Because you procrastinate!

I spent pretty much all of today working on my hand out for my Lit class. For the past 6 hours I have sat chained to my computer, blathering on about the lives of John Dryden and Alexander Pope. It was sort of like pulling teeth for the first while, but then I started to rather enjoy myself. Pope was quite the character, I must say. I'm almost done now, I have to do my annotated bibliography, and find somewhere to photocopy the blasted thing.

Also for the past 6 hours, I have sat here listening to Fleetwood Mac's Tusk, and singing horribly off key. Oh Tusk, how I love you. Tusk is arguably Lindsey Buckingham's first solo album, as he oversaw the entire project, which included deciding to record in bathrooms, and using kleenex boxes for percussion...it's definitely the weirdest Mac album. And by far my favourite. I will admit it took a while [okay, a couple years] to get into it and appreciate it, but know I love it in all it's innuendo glory. Tusk indeed!