NOT writing a paper. 2005-03-01 - 12:01 a.m.
I saw something scary and grey on the ground outside. At first I thought it was a dead cat. Then I thought it was a dead t-shirt. Actually, it was a wadded-up newspaper.
I really should be writing a paper now(yes, the same one from last night). But instead I've just spent the last two hours discovering that one of my great (x something) grandfather type peoples was one of the original settlers of Jamestown and he married an Indian princess (not Pocahontas). Isn't that exciting? Not really.