My busy, wretched day is almost over. I got both papers done, managed to make my meeting with the geology professor, and made intelligent comment in Terrorism class. Quite an improvement for a day that started with me having to plunge the toilet.

So. When I get home, I am going to throw down like no other. And when I say "throw down," I mean, literally "throw my body down and watch mindless television until I get bedsores or are flipped by a kindly soul who doesn't want me to get bedsores." I am sick of high culture right now: I have written one paper on Milton and another on Yeats and it is time for some good old fashioned VH1 watching.

But I did watch L&O last night. What the fuck? They're carrying it over until Friday, so I now have to watch that harpie Bebe Neuwirth (or some such) say the word "questions" which is like the fingernails of Milton's satan (Book 1 Satan, mind you) scratching down the blackboard of Hell. In order to find out if my main man Det. Greene is going to pull through I have to watch a show that is even beneath me. Sad, sad, I know. Damn you NBC.

And I also watched part of The Daily Show, and I can't get this montage of images during Ed Helms's segment out of my mind, to the point where I crack up laughing no matter what I'm doing. So, if you get the chance, scurry over to the Daily Show's website and check and see if you can download it. I haven't checked yet myself, but they usually have segments up for download, if I remember correctly. It concerns why Muslim people hate Americans. It's hi-fuckin'-larious.

Well, I should go to Milton and turn in this paper. I'll be back: don't you worry, my little munchkins. Once I get home, the blazer will come off, the ironic-Britneyesque t-shirt will go on, and I'll be so far into low culture, you'll need a flippin' submarine to find me.