and so it seems yet another day comes to a close and I have still managed to avoid reading any substantial amount of Darwin. On the average day, this would be a good thing, maherusement au jourd'hiu c'est mauvais! yes that's right, it sucks even in french because now I only have one god-fearing day left until the big ugly final (oops...) thus compounding my belief that I am better at procrastinating than virtually anything else (and I only say virtually because C. would argue that I think...)