LOSER.

I spent six hours at school this morning keying out specimens and printing labels for my Plant Taxonomy class.

You know that you're in trouble when you start cursing at plants. At one point I caught myself accusing a thistle of being a bastard... not because it stabbed me with its MONSTROUS SPINES OW, but because I'd just discovered it wasn't at all what I'd thought it was. ("You bastard -- you're in Asteraceae, aren't you? I've GOT YOU NOW.")

Now it's 3:30 and I'm home, and by God, I'm not doing anything productive with the rest of my day. I refuse.

I'm pretty sure I can claim indolence for the sake of mental health, at this point.