I got my assignment done and it was much easier than I expected. I could have written more about the topic, actually, but...I didn't want to.

Despite having worked all day, today has been the best day I've had in a long time. It's been a really good day. Speaking of work, I thought I left my water jug at the job site, but I got back home and saw it there in the floor, so apparently I didn't.

You're never gonna guess what I have to do by tomorrow. No, not that. I have another English assignment! Man, some people. You'd think you'd have learned by now. Anyway, I'll probably do the reading tonight...at least part of it. I'll do the writing/typing part tomorrow, if for no other reason, then for tradition. I wouldn't want to get into the habit of doing assignments early. That could be disastrous.

It has just occurred to me. How could my life sink to this level of boring? I mean, I'm posting about English class and thinking I left my water jug at a job site and about posting about such things and about posting about posting about such things and now I'm in a would-be endless loop of saying "posting about", except that I'm ending it. I grow weary of you. Goodbye.

I was just checking my email and about 80% of the bulk crap was about genitalia and how to increase various dimensions of said subject. HOLY CRAP! I don't want those emails! How do they keep getting my email address? From each other?

Well, here I am, posting on my blog when I should be doing that assignment I was talking about. I've read almost a chapter and haven't started on the writing part yet, which is basically a full paper. It's due today, but I have no aspirations of getting it done soon. I may fail this class, which would suck, what with the drop in my GPA and all that.

Somebody's been eating a hot pocket at the computer. They never threw away their wrapper.

I don't want to do my assignment.

About that last assignment...I got it done, but I sent it in at about 12:35 am, so it's probably gonna be counted late...which it technically is. Oh, well. I'm nothing if I'm not a procrastinator and a hater of English. I have another assignment due tomorrow. I'm supposed to have read four chapters in my book, too. I haven't started any of it. Hope I get off work fairly early, because I'm starting at 7:00 am again. I don't even know where I'm working or what I'm doing. I should probably put some gas in the car, in case I have to go...well anywhere, really. I hardly have anything in there. It's almost to the point of running on fumes.

Boy, I got so much crap running through my head right now it's not even funny. I'm working two jobs, taking an online class, and I really gotta drop a deuce. It's kinda hard to think.

So I was working yesterday, weed-eating a cemetery, and I discovered something. You've never truly eaten weeds until you've had a twig embedded in your shin about a quarter inch. I didn't realize it was even there until I ran out of gas and went to refill. By that time, of course, the blood around it had dried and was holding it in there, far deeper than I had anticipated. So I just left it there until I was done. Actually, I left it there til I got home and got to show everybody. To me it was like when a tornado blows a pencil through a telephone pole, except much less damage was done. Getting back to the term "eaten weeds", what is the actual term to describe weed-eating in the past tense? Weed-eated? That sounds stupid. Weed-ate? Equally dumb. And to say that you ate weeds gives people the wrong impression. I'm not sure there is an acceptable term for that.

Hang on a minute.... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...Okay, I'm back from the bathroom and feeling about twenty pounds lighter. I think before I gave in to the call of nature I had been thinking of something to say, but it escapes me now. Whatever it was is no longer on the top of my head, since I made so much room down lower.

I saved a turtle from the road the other day.

I think this is what they call writer's block. I can't think of anything interesting to say. I can't even think of any strange thoughts I've had recently. My dream last night was wierd, but I can't even remember what that was.

I'm gonna go have some pie.

If you'll venture on over to AfroRyan's blog, you'll find an interesting video starring some friends of mine (including AfroRyan) and some people I don't know.

As for me...my online English class has started. I missed the first assignment because apparently when I was looking around the site, the assignments tab is the one I didn't check. I must have checked every other tab, meaning to eventually get to the assignments, and then forgot to do it. So my first assignment was two days late. I have another one due tomorrow and I haven't really started on it yet. I'm working, as far as I know, starting at 7:00 in the morning, too. That doesn't leave me any time to get the stuff done in the morning like I usually do on the day the assignments are due. I guess that means either I stop typing here on my blog and go do my assignment...or I do it tomorrow after work, which could be a lot of time or virtually none. I'll probably do the bulk of it tomorrow. I haven't posted here in a while, after all, and I know how much you've been waiting for an update.

I'm being interrupted. I'll be back soon.