I hate it when lecturers ask me how long an extension I think I need. I teeter between asking for lots of time, but being thought a slacker or something, or asking for only a little time, and then stressing myself out and probably not getting it done on time. It's much better when they say: "Right, you have three days." Then, when I'm facing the deadline and sweating every extra second, I can at least have a mantra like: "Fucking evil bastard" to get me through.

I think I'll bite the bullet, and ask for next Wednesday.

Meanwhile, the internet won't work. (Dee smacks it upside the head with a large trout.)

You disrepecting me? Take him out.

(Oh yeah, I'm old-skool.)