Productivity personified.
Not really. Though, I have been working. That is, my actions resemble what the majority of people would call work. Work implies progress, and I believe I have made some of that. But the quality of that progress, however, may soon be called in to question (i.e., the next time I go to class, when I give my speech, etc.)
I miss reading fun things. I mean, don't get me wrong, Ibsen's A Doll House really "pumps my nads" (Bender, The Breakfast Club). However, I miss reading for the sheer joy of it, and trying to assess the importance of the relationship between Kristine Linde and Krogstad, as seen in the opening of Act III.
But it's almost summer, and that means AdamChelsey book/movie/dress-up/food/goodtimes club!