Clearly, the gods are conspiring against me. I set an internal deadline of 5:00pm for my cyberlaw paper, and, even though this deadline does not correspond to anything in the real world, fate has conspired to ensure that I miss it. The supermarket checkout lane that I choose is the slowest of all. The car in front of me on Bear Hill Road insists on going 20 when everyone else goes 35. I miss every single light. And children are crossing the street at various crosswalks.

It’s 3:11, I have another 10 pages to write before 5:00. Heh. Well, here goes.