i want to dance with somebody

So, for whatever reason, I woke up with Whitney Houston holding a concert in my head. And, no, I did not partake in the consumption of any substances last night.

Nineteen years ago was the Chernobyl event. Figures, right? Sitting here in the office, trying to make myself do the work that needs to be done. An exam tomorrow morning that heavily influences my ability to move on with my life and actually graduate.


So close to finished, but it's slow agony. We'll see if I can weasel my way out of having to take that class in the Spring--I hope above all hopes that I don't have to take it, as that will make me Poor McBrokeass.


This time tomorrow, I will be cuddling with my bed and wishing to never leave. Maybe if it's nice out, we can go back into the Diag and play that one game that made Greg seem like a HUGE whore--17%?! Holy shit!