pointless post: the art of procrastination

i have an essay due tomorrow. i started it after the hockey game last night (6-1 Leafs over Hurricanes). i spent the last hour or two reading an analysis on narrative satisfaction and the subsequent discussion (not all of it, which would be maddness^2) -- all about a tv show that was cancelled at its peak. while this is procrastination at its highest (i.e. a monolithic mis-use of time), it does serve the purpose of getting my analytical cogs turning. i originally wrote "analytical juices flowing," but that was too close to "anal juices" for my tastes (and now i've gone and juxtaposed it with "taste." gah!). if you thanked me for pointing that out to you, you are welcome.