Expecting tomorrow to suck big-time

One of my classes has been cancelled tomorrow--which is a good thing, right? Unfortunately, it is my 2:00. I will still be forced to be at school by 9 to drop off the son so that I can attend the 11:00 lit class. I'll get out at 12:15, snatch my son up, then drive to BFE to take him to my mom's, then turn back around to get to class by 7:20 pm. That's a lot of fucking driving at nearly $2.50 a gallon. It appears that I may have a great, though unwanted, opportunity to spend the greater part of the afternoon and evening in the library. I do have a tremendous amount of shit to get done--namely an annotated bibliography on Edith Wharton (pardon me while I fucking puke my guts out). I should also start looking at what I want to write my final projects on for all of my classes. But at this juncture, I don't really give a rat's ass. Maybe I'll check out The Professor's House and read it. Or maybe I need to see WTF T is doing. I think that would probably be the dumbest, yet most likely occurrence. So, T, be fucking prepared to have me lurching around all fucking day. Scratch that. He'll likely be working on his midterm. Hmmm . . . well, Willa Cather, here I come.

But who knows? I might get motivated. Lord knows I need to, especially this late in the term.
But then again, fuck it. There's always next week.