Gordon Lightfoot, Crossroads
I had a final at 08:30 today. On a Saturday. Grr.
Other than that, I suppose it was a pretty ok day. I got some work done on the Semiotics Paper From Hell, talked with my mom, and shopped for Easter. And took a nap.
My pillow smells like Sean now, because we switched pillowcases. Actaully, it's mingled Sean-smell and Sean's-apartment-smell, but at least it reminds me of him. He tends to burn a lot of incense, and I think certain varieties of incense are tangled up with my memories of him now. That's kind of nice, actually. Both my pillowcase and nightgown smelled like that, so I was smelling an aura of Seanness all last night. That was nice. It didn't affect my dreams the way I'd hoped though. I had a weird dream about trying to cook a rectangular pizza on a record player and melting a record because my hands were too hot, but I don't remember dreaming about Sean. Bah. Maybe tonight.
Oh, and I had time for a nice long shower today too. I've been in such a hurry recently, so I've been taking shorter, functional showers. It was nice to take a really long one for a change. If only I could find a way to read in the shower, I'd probably stay in there for days.
Well, I'm tired and I should sleep soon, so I think I'll give up trying to find something meaningful to talk about for the night.
Captain Squanky signing off