Hump day. Wednesday. The third day in which I manage to write for three days in a row, at a constant time in which posting should now be done everyday

Whoo hoo. Third day third day! I seem to be obsessed with actually posting three times in a row. I've mentioned it in 66.6666666% of my posts. I mean, I must be committed. Ah look I made a pun.

Any-who, now that I've posted three times, at the same time, in a row, I should be able to post everyday, without missing a day. Even if the post is lackluster and boring, I will have posted nonetheless. It helps that Google Chrome opens up every day to my blog so that I have to face myself each time I go online to procrastinate. Which is often. Very often.

I have a research paper outline to type up by tomorrow morning. This is going to be such a fun night for me! *Le Sigh* I'll get over it. Sleep is for the weak, yadayadayada... The one good thing about this paper is that I've been reading so much more because of it. And it's making me read thing I wouldn't usually read, like plays. I never would read a play for fun. But now I've gone through 6 of Edward Albee's plays (since my RP is all about "Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?" (I am George, I am)) and it's amazing. LOVE THE SANDBOX. Who am I? I don't even know anymore (and two days ago I sounded so confident as to who I was/am).

I don't feel like making a super long post. Tomorrow is Thursday, which means that Friday comes afterwards. I have a love/hate relationship with Rebecca Black. Obviously I love to hate her. A deep analysis of her song is planned for Friday.

Love me?
Dan