I'm Dying

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h, the life of a procrastinator. I suppose I deserve every rasberry I get. My paper is due last week but my editor gave me 'til Friday. Okay, I haven't been procrasitnating THAT much. I just have a sh*tload of stuff to do--teaching five courses, family obligations, blah, blah, blah. I sound like a broken record. Well the next day or two will determine what's what.

If I die, I beqeath all my Xanga rights and properties to M... but she probably doesn't want anything to do with it.