I.C. 7

Well, here we are again, dear reader. Stuck in this same boring routine of me writing and you reading. I would propose a change, in which I verbally dictate my blogs to the halls of university high school at large, greatly increasing both my listeners and my popularity. This would save me the fatigue and joint pain caused by the mind-numbing repetitiveness of typing out my amazingly profound ideas into this banal and overused archetype of telecommunications, the web blog. But I digress. Today, I again did little. I worked mainly in study hall on my paper, but not having the chutzpah to actually do any analysis or thought, I simply did the annoying but necessary bibliography. I need to finish citing my mother's editorial, as she did not provide me with relevant issue information, but that will come in due time. The good news is that the bibliography is almost entirely complete, a thought which gives my troubled mind some modicum of rest in these harrowing times. Now that I have a solid majority of my expository essay completed and the repetitive and honestly useless works cited list out of the way, I can breathe a little more easily.