Monday is a horrible way to spend 1/7th of your life.
WHOROSCOPE: You've got the fever -- big time. You want out, you don't want to be alone and you want beautiful surroundings. Choose someone who's just as appealing to go for the ride.
Ahhh, the joys of random ride partners. I mean, uh...
Ok. So I'm going to do another read-through and add some more text to Pope vs. God, and time it. I am also going to try to sync up A Hymn for the Lost and the Living by Eric Ewazen with the Oedipizzle text. There is no way in hell I'm going to start my Poetry of Rap paper for at least a 9 days. Super-T.A. Ian was all approbation today, which was a much needed confidence boost. I think I've spent that entire class in a state of "oh shit, do I really have the slightest clue what I'm talking about?" Apparently, he told his mom about the crazy e-mail he sent me. Oh so amused. "Bam/Cha-Klak-klak", I say.
Anyway, the weather is miserable outside and is having negative effects on my person. However, I did get a ridiculously charming message from Jeff, who wants "to know what's up". So maybe tonight won't be just another work-and-slave evening. I hope not... I don't know how much more seriousness I can handle. Homework, if it must be done, should be augmented with lots of chocolate, sunshine, and several attractive and shirtless male assistants. Hrmph.