I would like to take this moment to publicly demand that the next ridiculously overpriced edition of Word include, in some form, an automatic reference/footnote/bibliography utility of some kind. Such things exist on college library websites, but are only marginally useful and consistently buggy as hell. It couldn't be that hard for the guys at Microsoft to slap it together, input the criteria for MLA, Turabian, APA and whatever else anyone else is still using. It would make me much more inclined to use Word without bitching, and I haven't ever owned my own copy. That would encourage me to buy a copy. (At student price. I'm not a Trump. Or stupid. :P)
I need better section headings. I probably can't leave the introduction as "THE TRIAL AND WHAT BORING PEOPLE THOUGHT OF HIM" and "HOW JAIL HELPED", and if I'm using section headings I definitely need something better for the conclusion than "CONCLUSION". Unless I cut them out altogether. Still, I rather like that first one. I'm sure Oscar would approve. ;)
EDIT: Yes, as a matter of fact I *do* know what time it is. I have to hand this in between noon and one-thirty. I don't think I'm sleeping now.
EDIT OF JOY: FINISHED! Now to hand in the essay... during which I will take back the 329 books, take out the 207 books, and then I'll only have... three more papers to write, and about sixty library books in my posession. *wonders about the cutoff point*
Ouch. My brain hurts. And I get to write another one on Saturday! Hurray! *waves tiny flag* Actually, it's the Trilogy one, which is the only one I was looking forward to. I've got today to veg out and recover.
I swear to the gods that was not a Terri Schiavo reference. Hear the Pope's dying, though. Is it bad that I can no longer think of the Pope without flashing on Dan Brown conspiracies and the Avignon Papacy in context with tentacle porn?
Yeah. School. Brainwarp. Big, big weird geek. ^.^
ADDITIONAL EDIT, AS THE SUN IS NOW UP: Happy Anniversary to my parents! Who got married on April Fool's, yes. In our back yard, in 1988 (I think). Every year we expect them to tell us it was all a joke; we're not really theirs. And my dad wore jeans and a sweatshirt. Yup. ^.^