It Says Something About Something

...that when I'm home sick with a horrible sinusy cold and feeling entirely too without spoons to tackle Mandarin, I still feel up to arguing theology. And Hugo categories. Clearly both fall into the category of time-wasty amusements to be saved for when I have no brain and can't do anything useful.

Or, at the age of 50, I'm still a homework procrastinator. Hell. Who says it can't be both?