Do snails have teeth?

Today when the alarm went off, I hit the snooze and decided I needed sleep more than a run.  But the chickens called and I got up anyway.  I'm sitting in the classroom now, listening to Kate Wolf, contemplating all that I should do.  My body aches in various places, the coffee's cooling in my cup, and I know I should be trying to commit equitable defenses to memory, or making sure I have Pereira and Van Camp down.  Yet still I just sit here.  Soon enough the day will commence in earnest, so I'll sit here like a snail on the basil in my garden.  It looks like I'm doing nothing but I'm really getting ready.