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I had a long, complex dream about some post-apocalyptic society searching for gas tank trucks, a farmer's market, and flying with the help of balloons and capes. The flying was the best part. I wish I could actually fly by tying on a towel around my neck and a few helium balloons to each limb. That would be awesome.
...although I am afraid of heights.
I should probably sit down and do the reading for Western Civ. I only have two more classes to go to and then I'm done with it forever. And one more paper, but I need to do the reading first, and it's two chapters about WWII, which I took an entire course on back in high school so this will all be review, hopefully.
I keep checking my email, even though I have no real reason to be expecting an email from anyone besides Matt and I'm not exactly anxiously awaiting an important reply from him. Although maybe subconsciously I am, because whenever I'm not doing anything else I keep clicking over to my email tab... Really I'm waiting for something in the physical mail, but that doesn't get here until around 3:30. That always seems ridiculously late to me.
What I really should do is finish this fic I've been working on since January. Just sit down and write until it's done. I feel more accomplished when I finish a piece of fanfiction than when I finish an assignment for class anyway.
Man, I hate snow. It sucks. It's so unnecessary. I would probably feel differently if I skiied or snowboarded or anything, but the most contact I have with snow is when I get stuck walking through it and it soaks my pant legs and gets into my shoes. Inconvenient!
And it's keeping me from hitting a sale at Old Navy.. and probably also stopping at the Lindt store and stocking up on truffles as rewards for good behavior. Because I work best with rewards. Kind of like a lab rat. And truffles are excellent. Especially the peanut butter ones.... and the orange ones, those taste like the chocolate oranges you thwack into something to break apart. Mmm, chocolate.
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- Music:Harvey Danger - Flagpole Sitta
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