Exercises in futility.

I wake up today because I have a big oral presentation due tomorrow, and I thought I would get a good start. I come downstairs, and I see a note written by Kevin asking me to rake the front lawn. Oh, Sweet Jesus, do I hate raking. Raking is the epitome of an exercise in futility: I could still be raking the lawn right now, and there would still be leaves present. Fantastic. So, I rake the front lawn. I fill two mulch bags full of leaves. I packed them down, and everything. I hate raking the lawn. Hate. I would rather shovel a driveway. I hate raking.

I think I am done with stupidity. I was not.

By this time, it is the late morning. I eat an early lunch because I don't want to be hungry while I assemble my oral presentation at the Urbana Free Library. I leave this house after eating, and arrive at the library before noon. I unpack my piece-of-shit laptop and turn it on. I manage to type out my introduction and conclusion to a speech I haven't even researched yet, and then I go online through the Parkland Library to try to access the academic databases for my presentation. The connection lags, only to cut to the "Cannot connect to site XYZ" warning page. OK. I tried again, and I still failed to connect to Lexis-Nexis. So, I do what any smart person does, and I op-check my internet connection. I checked my google mail, and lo-and-behold, I can connect. I then realized the reason I couldn't access the academic databases was because the Urbana Free Library is heavily, obsessively, fire-walled.

Well fuck me. Fuck me twice over, even.

So, I wasted this whole morning doing a chore that came out of nowhere, and trying to connect to an academic database through a neurotically firewalled internet connection. Naturally, I procrastinated until the very last moment to start this project. I know I'll get it done, but the overall quality will be mediocre. Now it only matters that I get it done.

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