In light of Melville’s Bartleby the Scrivener,
I would prefer not to do homework, so I have not done any.
Except for Calculus homework, because I prefer to do that.
I have also written a sonnet.
But all work that I prefer not to do?
In a pile waiting in the doldrums of my orange backpack.
PS. October 30th (tomorrow) is Mischief Night. I’m a firm celebrator of it. Anyone want to strike up some mischief with me? The town I’m in is boring.
The happenings and suchwhiches of the life of an interweb addict, a clarinet player, a pop culture enthusiast, and Jeopardy! watcher.
