Bibliographic instruction is bad. Richard Basehart is good. The End.

See, why can't i just write *that* for my goddamn final paper? huh? **huh**??

Things are looking up, though. Five pages down, eight to go. I know all of youse are laughing your keisters off that it's agony to squeeze out a measley three more pages, but it is for me. Writing is agony. Except this, of course. This is easy. I can fuck this up and no one will care.

Beth gave me some great writing advice last night though. I told her what i was getting stuck on, and it helped me over the hump, thank god for that.

And i found out that the local public library has a full text article that i sorely needed and couldn't get on Thursday. I hate it when they tease you all over the net with their goddamned abstracts. Next time i'm going to take my own paper's advice and actually *ask* a librarian when i get stuck. When all else fails, read the directions. When all else fails, ask the librarian. same thing.

Well, i'm sluicing off my soiled carcass, taking out the mountain of disgusting trash that has been left to fester, and am heading off to collect the magic article.

Uh, Mary, why are you waiting till the last minute to get all your sources together for this thing? You've had months to prepare!

Um, how do you say this politely? Shut the hell up.

Oh yeah, and I've got to call my girl. I miss her big time bad.