Yes, yes dearies, I'm going for a record. I think I'm at 2 weeks with no makeup wearing...except on one special occasion. But everyday makeup wear is a thing of the past. Why? Because if I look like shit at work maybe the students are less likely to want me to tutor them. Sounds perfectly sane, yes? I thought so.
I bought one of man's greatest inventions this weekend. THE GAZELLE! It's currently languishing on my living room floor in the box. Why? Because kidney infections generally render one unwilling to work out, even if there is House motivation in the DVD player. (Did you notice that House reference I put in? It was just for Jeremy. To make him wanna die.) And, just for the record, even though I love the Gazelle, I hate Tony Little. Tony Little can shampoo my crotch.
To improve your day, courtesy of Married to the Sea:
This final-paper-writing-frenzy has rendered me boring and cranky. It'll be over soon. Two weeks (after this one). Shit. Three weeks sounds so much worse than two. Although, considering how little I've actually done, it's good that I have three weeks to finish it all.
Estella's Revenge Issue #2 coming May 1st!
TV: None. But I'll be playing on my laptop in exactly 16 minutes.
Listening: The Who
Reading: NOT A DAMN THING.