031711

Is it so wrong that every time I think of St. Patrick's Day, I think of Green Beer Day instead? Ahh, Miami.

I'm so glad I get here and now I completely forget everything I was going to write. Oh, well. I have more important things to do anyway, apparently.

At least I've been hard at work. I've caught up on HPP and everything I've missed with that while I've been on vacation, including scanning...lots of scanning. Now I have to write stuff for the thing I'm doing next weekend. Why am I so tired all the time? I should sleep after this.

031811 -- Lazy, Lazy Friday

I didn't know why people were screaming in my apartment building, until I realized that it's March, and it's that time of year when men usually scream at the television. Since OSU is one of the favorites to win, I'm watching right now as well, though I normally don't until the finals.

Dylan, you're right -- it's going to be so much easier to finish P90X when you're here. I can't seem to get the strength up to do it. Not that I haven't been busy -- I've been unnecessarily jumping around my apartment, and I've been cleaning today. (Yeah, I know, the world ended over here.) I rearranged all of my stuff, and I can see the top of my dining room table again. I might actually eat there soon. Today is almost over, and I think I might take my computer and go write away from the internet.

I've been on the couch too long.