Nov 14, 2004 09:02
I always head into the weekend with good intentions. Good, cloister-like intentions where I'm going to study for hours past midnight by candlelight. But here it is Sunday and I haven't even begun. Ach.
I have to write a paper comparing Satan's arguments in "Paradise Lost" to modern-day marketing strategies. It oughta be fun. Well, fun-ish. I'm just not too motivated.
I had a really good workout yesterday, and my arms hurt. It's mostly good hurt, though. I once worked out with this personal trainer who was an ex football player, and I was walking like a cowboy for three days. Stuff like that's only supposed to happen after good sex.
Huh - why won't my browser support the "rich text environment"? I'm going to have to figure that one out, since I usually use italics as often as my Aunt Linda uses a cane. Speaking of which, I was thinking of getting her this space-age JPL plastic cane that has red glitter inside it. It's very much her, but I can't decide if she would love it, or not want the attention that such a cane would attract. Decisions, decisions.