World's Best Procrastinator

One of the more precious rarer moments - apartment's recreational park serenely desserted - yesterday unfolded a truly spectacular lazy, rainy sunday afternoon.

So peaceful was my Sunday, my assignments took a back seat too.

I am afterall, the world's best procrastinator. Truly.

This cute poem is from Harold & Kumar

(for MY number three)

Square Root Of Three

I fear that I will always be

A lonely number like root three
A three is all that’s good and right,

Why must my three keep out of sight

Beneath a vicious square root sign,

I wish instead I were a nine
For nine could thwart this evil trick,

with just some quick arithmetic

I know I’ll never see the sun,

as 1.7321

Such is my reality, a sad irrationality

When hark! Just what is this I see,

Another square root of a three

Has quietly come waltzing by,

Together now we multiply

To form a number we prefer,

Rejoicing as an integer

We break free from our mortal bonds
And with a wave of magic wands
Our square root signs become unglued
And love for me has been renewed

-David Feinberg-