Bullshit breeds bullshit

Sometimes the greatest things in life turn out to be the worst things, and vice versa.

I checked out a website for hurt necks and apparently I do all of the evil things I could with respect to my neck. I hold my phone between my ear and shoulder, I look down to stare at my laptop computer screen for hours instead of looking at it level (usually my lap isn't level with my eyes - it's biology), and finally I sleep on my stomach. Needless to say, these habits die hard and my neck may not get better for a long time.

My paper is a bit more complete than it was last time I posted, but not nearly as complete as I'd have hoped. However, it will be finished by 5pm today as that is when its due. Funny how that works; it's not done till its due. That should be my motto. In my case, though, it's not even remotely close to being done till its due. I guess that's a more accurate motto.

I pray that nothing insane happens between now and 5pm. I also hope that tonight's "I'm finally done with this bullshit" celebration is tame. I'm supposed to go see a movie with ABW and then hit the bars with Blondie. Nothing good ever happens when we hit the bars. I told her that under no circumstances were we to go to the bar with the people we went with last time. I said that I'd be the DD before I'd accompany them. Her response was to hope that wouldn't ruin my night. My response: "Being sober has never ruined anyone's night." I'm going to stick to that.

So far I don't really understand what I've written for my paper. It is a philosophy paper and therefore is inherently bullshit. In fact, it's a paper filled with bullshit about other bullshit. I am quoting bullshit and coming up with original bullshit. I just hope my professor thinks it is as steamy as I think it is and gives me an A for my steamy bullshit. Hope breeds miracles - and bullshit.