How does it happen that all of a sudden there are like 3 weeks left in the semester? And I have a paper on Frankenstein I need to be writing? There's no way possible I'll have a draft ready this week. Well maybe if there's a miracle and some little gnomes come and turn off the noise inside my head and start typing. I don't know if the gnomes will put down their mowers and lamps to help me but I hope so. If you are familiar with any gnomes, garden or otherwise, send 'em my way.