Welcome To My Bed



The last of my final portfolios is due tomorrow, and instead of writing it, I am doing laundry. For some reason, the lack of freshly cleaned bath towels appalls me. I may or may not go back to work this afternoon. Do I want money, or do I want to get my work done before tomorrow? Honestly, at this point I kind of just want to go to sleep and wake up when everything is done with.

After my first shift this morning, I went to the housing office and picked out a room for September, a corner one, that will hopefully have enough space for me to do yoga in the mornings. I plan on starting a work-out routine for myself, so that I can continue to get up early and get the most out of my day. As of right now, I am still working on getting this plan off the ground. But if I can manage it, I hope to be very successful. Yoga seems he simplest way to ease into things. I'm taking a yoga course next semester, and I will somehow acquire some DVDs this summer. That way I don't have to worry about motivating myself to go to the gym.

I've been thinking seriously about juice fasts lately, but I have no idea how I would go about such a thing.

So many things are more interesting than the coding of antisocial and psychopathic behavior in non-adults. I really should've picked a more interesting topic. Or just not taken psychology at all. I wish it was about six degrees warmer and extra sunny so that I could at least sit out on the porch and do all of this reading. Or maybe I'll just go sit in the laundry room. Just for the change of scenery.

At any rate, this are ending faster than I ever thought they would. Grace leaves tomorrow. I leave Thursday. Long drives and life in boxes. I don't know if all of it will fit.