I am writing my paper. Right now. I am. I am not writing this entry. I am writing my paper, which is due tomorrow at 4pm. It really appears that I'm writing an extraneous entry for this diary/blog...dlog? bliary? But, thanks to the magic of delusion, I am really, truly, actually writing my paper on why Kurt Vonnegut destroys the fourth wall in "Slaughterhouse-Five."
Mm hmm.