it's a judgement on me...

So here I am at 10:12 p.m., sitting in front of the computer and trying to work on my group paper for my Emergency Management class. I have avoided working on this all week, sometimes going to ridiculous extremes to do so, and now I am justly punished, because:
- my section isn't done at all (although I have made a few notes and I can fake it, I'm good at that)
- two people's sections are decent
- one person's section is OK, but littered with irrelevancies and grammar and spelling problems
- one person seems to have put in a lot of work on a completely different assignment

Arrgh. It's gonna be a long night.

At least there are two dogs in the room to keep me amused. Except they seem to think it should be the other way around. (Jen is off enjoying herself at the Fox, seeing Sweeney Todd with monkeycommando.)

but before I go back to work...

GIP. Also, the model just graduated from his first obedience course as Top Dog (consistently good from start to finish! whee!). AND he won the Musical Mats game.

We have a few issues we need to work on -- for starters, he's currently spending weekdays with my lovely Aunt Helen (she of the house reports) because he cries all. day. when left home alone and the neighbours (one of whom works at home) were complaining. (Actually, the word they used for the noises was "howling".) But she says he's no trouble. And we're getting a behavioural consultant (I know, could I be any more yuppie? how the hell did this happen?) except not until I fill out the incredibly long questionnaire, which I've also been avoiding.

Nevertheless, he continues adorable and generally very good and I adore him. Even if he does become one massive snowball on days like today.