I'm in class for the next, like, seventeen hours. It's a literary theory and criticism class; even though I consider myself a writing major, they still force this stuff on me. I'll be talking about Horace's dedrylical hexameter's impact on tendrilical pentameter, and trying to apply that to Aristotelian theories on small watercraft in dramatic plays of the 1930s, or something.
If I skipped class, I could sit down and watch the Giants flail away against Brandon Webb.
I'm going to go to class and have a better time. Sad, that.
I'm a gonna get a cup of coffee first, though....