I can't hide.

End of the semester is upon me. The light is near but seems dim, especially when I have much asked of me in the next two weeks. Much of it is my own doing. Give me all day and I will give you an hour. Give me an hour and I will give you a week. It's just the way I work. Why? Your guess is as good as mine.

Fall semester in a nut shell, every time is some way or another. I will be ok though. It's just my future. What else could go wrong.

Hittin' the books,

A saintly procrastinator