The Usual Sunday Whatever
I'm godsmacked, people! Godsmacked I tell you. As in, God is smacking my ass with projects until it's red and pained. I've gotten a lot done today, which is the only reason I can sit here relatively guilt-free and type this shit to you all. I pretty much turned my bedroom upside down in a nesting/cleaning frenzy. I could no longer endure studying in squalor, so I cleaned out the top shelf of my bookcase to make room for the 30'ish library books I have checked out right now as well as some folders full of handouts (I hate handouts) from class. I proceeded to organize everything in my school bag, dust, trash a garbage bag worth of miscellaneous papers, and I vacuumed. It's nice and Febreezy-smellin' in here now.
Once the cleaning frenzy ceased, I was able to finish reading Descendants of Darkness for Tuesday night's class, do my online posting early, and dig into Bridget Jones's Diary (need a refresher before I write the paper).
Now I sit here slothful as ever post-shower with freshly straightened locks listening to Billy Butter Voice Currington. My new favorite CD.
A woman is a mystery
A man just can't understand
Sometimes all it takes to please her
Is a touch of your hand
Other times you gotta take it slow
And hold her all night long
Heaven knows there's so many ways
A man can go wrong
Must be doin' somethin' right
I just heard you sigh
Leaned into my kiss
And closed those deep blue need you eyes
Don't know what I did
To earn a love like this
But baby I must be doin' somethin' right...
It's hot, and it's on repeat.
Plans for the remainder of the evening:
More Bridget Jones