Thoughts before I start wasting more time

Tonight in the shower, I lathered and shaved one leg, then lathered and shaved the other leg, then lathered and half-way shaved the first leg again before I realized what I was doing. SMRT.

As I sit here, trying to begin make-up homework, I look back through my notes and this is what I see:

• Don't try to play golf on a comet.
• Jupiter says, "I was just going along minding my own business."
• The marble in Payson says hi to the beachball on the point of the mountain.
• Energy is spooky.

Yes, yes. I know my professor has a reason for telling us these dumb stories; he's trying to make the subject relevant, and perhaps midly entertaining. At least he tries. However, you can see from my take-away that I regard the class as a big, fat, giant waste of time. I actually tried to drop it over the weekend just so I could waste time in a more relaxing way, and found I was three days too late. Please just help me make it to the end of the semester.