The speech is due Tuesday morning. I work all day tomorrow at the shop. So far, I'm about halfway through the easiest of the four parts of the assignment, and I only managed to start making progress when I started working backwards. More on why this particular assignment sucks such big donkey nose later. Tonight it's just me, impending doom, a pot of "the coffee that walks behind the rows", and a real beeeee-yatch of a speech. Let the games begin.
mood: determined. like a retarded hampster.
music: they might be giants - everything right is wrong again