you can't do that with a tiffany lamp!

so, let's see. it's a spammy day. this is probably because I'm really incredibly fucking sick of doing any work whatsoever I'll be out of contact (except via phone) starting first thing tomorrow morning and ending some time, like, Tuesday. yah. OH FUCK I HOPE MARIE DIDN'T LEAVE WITH MY LONG-ASS PATCHCORD. EX-ROOMIES ARE THE SUCKIEST. *weep*

SO. mum and Vivs are apparently getting here TONIGHT, and crashing in Marie's side because mine's still a ... er ... "experiment in alternative agriculture". woot. they'll be here round-about 10 PM.

I AM EXCITED, AND YET, RATHER TERRIFIED. and beginning to miss Bowdoin already ... the fuck?

I also still have no clean pants.
hoooooooly cow. o_O


(also, is it just me or is Pepys' diary entry REALLY LONG today. dude should learn to use a cut-tag. D: )

note to self: phone mother tomorrow / later today. in the event that she is at church or otherwise busy, be certain to leave a nasty message on her voicemail so that when she calls back you can wish her a happy Mother's Day.

Mel's breakfast this morning: 1 marshmallow peep in peak condition (slightly dry/stale having been out overnight)

also, my 11:30 class has been cancelled due to my professor's injured ankle from falling down walking up the building's steps, leaving me to laze about and watch House write papers watch House write papers all afternoon (at least until poetry class).

it's shaping up to be a ... decent day. :)

[ETA: CURRIED CARROT SOUP FOR LUNCH!!!! I am a very happy kitten. this day is officially better-than-decent!]