Doing somthing, could do more.
It’s now much to late, and I should be sleeping by now. But no, I’m just wasting time surfign the net. So I might as well blog a bit.
I have done no reading (serious math reading that is) today. That’s bad.
I have written a letter to a girl. That’s good.
I have already messed up a bad attempt at doing a old Simpsons joke over – That’s bad.
I have written a list of things I still have to do before I go to Thailand… Can I go to sleep now?