1) When I refer to being in my "office" when I'm writing this, you should know that what that really means is that I'm perched on a blue and white striped couch with a laptop on my knees. The "office" is the room where my "I live alone" living room came to die in Randy's "I live alone with better shit than yours" house. So it's me and this couch and a table with a cigarette burn in it that I think makes it look hard and beaten and tough-loved (you know, for IKEA), three bookcases with maybe eight hundred million thousand dollars worth of ebay books, two velociraptors made entirely out of seashells, a plaster-of-paris chicken and some other stuff that I refuse to live without. Oh. A bowl with ceramic frogs on it. And right now I have a glass of red wine resting pensively on a paperback book on the couch. Place your bets. I bet celsius. Minus seven.
2) The highlight of my day today was a conversation I had with Jen in which we discussed potential ideas for my impending Renaissance Lit paper. "Impending" in that it was due about an hour from RIGHT THEN. Jen had the immeasurably brilliant idea that I should make my paper a performance piece. I won't go into the gritty details, but it ended with me in a tee-shirt that said "My Whole Family Just Died Of The Plague And All I Got Was This Disease-Infested Tee Shirt", walking around with a tallboy of Meade in a woven grass basket and carrying a club for killing bunnies. I think in the piece I ultimately get hit by an oxcart. No matter. Oxcart... plague... rabies... whatsey whosey. I love Jen.
3) The girl that sits next to me in class went on and ON about her addiction to coffee this evening. She giggled and purred and all-around couldn't BELIEVE how much she craved coffee! She had always told herself that she wouldn't be like her mother and drink coffee all day but... here she was! Giggle! Purr!
She was sipping on a Starbucks caramel mochachino as she admitted her horrifying addiction. I... I can't even find the words, people...