Blog of Billy

Procrastination is a word that has more meaning the farther into the school year I get. The difference between this one and a poorly remembered spring of yesteryear is that I'm actually attending class post-Spring Break. Ideally this will offset my lack of turning things in on time. The other (so far less effective but far more enjoyable) strategy involves the gentle nagging of certain red-haired femmes fatale to actually get my work done.

Is Heather learning taste in automobiles? I can only hope it's gray and has a hard time finding traction in icy Denny's parking lots.

Oh, I'm going to the special hell.