It figures, again a dejavu scene. Early morning, like 3:30am, and the only one awake on my AIM list is of course John, who lives in Canada, and for some reason sleeps like I do, which is to say, very fucked up sleep schedule. And I'm here, just staring at godamn Leibniz and my stupid half coherent words and wondering why in hell I let my academic advisor talk me out of taking this class satisfactory/unsatisfactory, and basically just stalling. God I hate you Leibniz, speak in godamn sentences that make sense.
And of course John now sends me some distraction, in the form of a link, and I click it and spend two hours not writing said philo paper, and I know I'll get a bad grade, and yet I click said link anyway.
Know thyself...more like slap thyself.