i did not manage to get laundry done or pick up my apartment. most of the picking up consists of putting laundry away, go fig. i wanted a walk, but my left knee is being bitchy. it's not exactly been a productive day, though it's not been a bad one.
reading that book would go faster if i could read it while eating. yea.
i get to go home next weekend. this pleases me; i haven't been home in awhile.
so now i'm sitting around in the dark listening to Moby and talking to Jeff. he's been packing boxes for the move today. yea, life could be much worse. :)