11:43 PM. 61 dogs down

and who-knows-how-many to go.
This, children, is why you do not install computer games and piddle around on the internet when there is studying to be done. How I ever managed to be an A student I don't know; but since I was, I feel the need to continue being one, and thus my staying-up-until-I'm-flippin'-done studying habits. Just think, if I had started this afternoon instead of this evening, I could be in bed by now. But no, I had to goof off on the internet instead and now I am reaping the rewards of my folly.
Let's see, I am on...the Samoyed. Awww, isn't it cute? Cute it may be, but at this point, I don't really give a, er, darn about the Samoyed. Not when I know that he is merely dog breed number 62 out of over a hundred breeds that I need to learn about by my 8:00 class tomorrow. Sorry, Sammy, this is why I'm a cat person. Everybody knows all the cat breeds. Siamese, Persion, Angora, Maine Coone, Tabby, Calico, Tortoise-shell, American shorthair, whatever. But dogs, no, they're special. They get to have fancy definitions under the American Kennel Club. They get to be divided into groups (So far I've gotten through Sporting and Hound, and I'm most of the way through Working dogs).
Well, this is what tea is for. Oh, caffeine, how I love thee! How thou hast aided me o'er and o'er!
Tea is also good when you're sick, which I am. Alas. I hate being sick. I wonder what I'll be like both sick and sleep-deprived? Only tomorrow shall tell. An interesting experiment to be sure.
That reminds me, Caitlin is going to come over tomorrow for a "study" group, which probably means we'll both attempt to study our different subjects, then give up and go play with the chickens or something. Studying: You're doing it wrong.
Yeah, I'm a terrible student. This is one of the reasons I can't see myself continuing in vet school. A couple years of school to be a lowly Vet Tech, yes, but then another eight years of school and having to be the boss afterward? Yech. With my study habits, I don't think I could make it. Well, I shall wait and see. Maybe this semester will finally kick some sense into me. I doubt it, though.

I'm hoping to shame myself into doing some of this stuff.

I'm procrastinating. Again.

I should be studying for a test tomorrow (Canine and Feline Clinical Management is the class; the test is about dog breeds. Is it any wonder I don't want to study?).

I should be taking these "Bones" DVDs back to the library before my brother takes the car to work (I'm waiting for the first one to rip to the computer so I can finish watching it. I tried to renew them online but someone else has already requested them).

I should be...working on this crochet project which I promised my friend I would do for her eventually.

I should be...working on the blanket I was supposed to be crocheting for my grandmother.

I should be...walking the dog.

I should be...cleaning my room.

Instead I'm writing this.
This is the story of my life.

Procrastination woman, up, up, and away!
Eventually.