Heyyy, yesterday they set the clocks forward in Europe and nobody told me. So for a week, we are most likely seven, seven hours apart. Where does this extra hour go? Greenland? It's starting to freak me out how we manipulate "time." Try to make some sense out of this.

So it's not daylight savings time in Europe. It's Summertime Time. Or something. And the "uncivilized nations" of the world haven't discovered the great benefits of messing around with the clocks and people's heads.

And I thought I was being all industrious, getting up at 8am. That's an hour of paper-writing time completely stolen from me... and where is it now?

I would actually write something clever about this. But I'm really pretty deficient when I try to be "clever" or "funny."

But I care little for writing great diary entries today. The sooner I finish my Wharton paper the sooner I can just take the rest of the week off, sit in the park and read all day long. Because I guess I've got an extra hour of daylight now... somehow.

If I finish my paper today... I'd all but be on spring break! I've never spent more than 6 hours on a paper of this length. It is ridiculous that I have allotted myself 2+ days. I will just pretend I've been a dirty procrastinator again and just get it done. Though let the record reflect this time, this one time, I ROCKED.

Um, okay, wow, stop typing. Shameful.