Deadlines, schmedlines....

It occurs to me that, best intentions or no, I always seem to wind up caught with my figurative pants down when the end of each class looms. Not only do I have a final exam to write by Saturday night, I am also frantically putting the finishing touches on the term paper on Cold War Society. "Frantically", in that I dislike hate am so excited over how it's shaping up. This disorganization is ridiculous. I hereby declare a complete moratorium on the world until I complete. my. homework. Except to note this. Love him or hate him-- and there wasn't much in between-- ya gotta appreciate someone who did this:

A precocious controversialist, William was but 8 when he wrote to the king of England, demanding payment of the British war debt.

or this:

Buckley so loved a good argument — especially when he won — that he compiled a book of bickering in "Cancel Your Own Goddam Subscription," published in 2007 and featuring correspondence with the famous (Nixon, Reagan) and the merely annoyed.

See ya Saturday. I hope. In the meantime, Rudy is helping me by keeping my citations and other assorted papers from escaping.....