Late Night Bitching
Monday night...now if I was a good student with some brains between her ears, I would be going to bed this night and getting some good, restful sleep. Instead, I'm thirsty, restless (this has been a problem of late), and I have an un-made bed due to the fact I did laundry. To curl up in bed with a book is all I want...do to that, I must make my bed. This is a mathematical problem. I need to weigh the benefits of making my bed minus the cost of expending energy making it times the probability that I'll actually use it for the desired purpose.
Oh, man, Intro to World PolSci is getting to me.
As Jefe said, we're both suffering from the severe lack of "sexual potential" . . . translated: we just want someone to sleep with. (Not sex). My door is open at the moment (like, a crack), which Jen and I have decided is code for "come in [no matter what the hour] and make yourself comfy". She's studying. I'm going to read a book...if I make my bed...if it's worth it.
Fuck.
(Oh, sorry. No more expletives. It's a bad time of the month, yo.)
Oh, man, Intro to World PolSci is getting to me.
As Jefe said, we're both suffering from the severe lack of "sexual potential" . . . translated: we just want someone to sleep with. (Not sex). My door is open at the moment (like, a crack), which Jen and I have decided is code for "come in [no matter what the hour] and make yourself comfy". She's studying. I'm going to read a book...if I make my bed...if it's worth it.
Fuck.
(Oh, sorry. No more expletives. It's a bad time of the month, yo.)