I have an essay due in fifteen hours and twenty-odd minutes, and I still haven't written a word of it. I don't really have time to write a proper entry, as a result.

Tomorrow night should be better. Especially as I have Thanksgiving off.

In the meantime, two quick points: I've confirmed that Choral Society is definitely out (they're doing Verdi's Requiem in next semester's concert, which is short for "Requiem Mass"), and the writer of tonight's Buffy/Angel crossover is clearly a sadist.

Oh, and in yesterday's entry, I forgot at least three items in my wallet:

• My Queens Borough Public Library card.
• My New York Public Library card.
• My Selective Service card.

I've stopped the first of those. The second, I'll get to eventually; I have a book out on it that's about three years overdue now, so they wouldn't be able to do much with it anyway. The third no longer matters, as you only need the thing until you turn 26. This is the one really good thing about having reached that age a few months ago: I can no longer be drafted, as I understand it.

Anyway, I'd better stop now. Must read play. Must write essay.