Sleep is for the Weak
J brought me flowers the other day, and it's little bits of sweetness like this that brighten my day. However, our cat enjoys the flowers almost more than I do, and will perform great feats of acrobatic daring just to chew on some petals. He's succeeded in knocking over our "vase" more than once (because I had enough foresight to pack up the vases but not enough foresight to know J would bring home flowers, we're using a milk jug. That's as down-home country as you can get) and every once and a while you'll hear one of us screeching for Murphy to get off the counter ("Murphy!! NO! BAD CAT!").
After cleaning up messes two days in a row, the flowers have taken up permanent residence in the kitchen sink where if they're knocked over, at least there's a drain nearby. It's heartwarming and a little bit sad to see our hardy little flowers growing in the sink, but this is what we've been reduced to.
It was a long day of studying, and I took little breaks at school by doing some recreational reading (no internet access, courtesy of Old Bitchy). I'm reading Jane Eyre, which is my comfort book. My parents gave the book to me for Christmas when I was 11, and it is my "go to" book for when I just want to calm my brain down and feel happy. I have at least 3 copies of it, since the original one I received was read so much that the pages started falling out of it. I, however, refuse to watch any movie and/or miniseries about it.
I can't stand anyone making beloved books into movies, and if I were brilliant enough to write a fictional masterpiece, I'd be rolling in my grave if Gwyneth Paltrow were acting like some British tart as the lead character of one of my books (another reason I'll never name my daughter Emma). I almost always hate the movie more than the book (Exhibit #2: Kirsten Dunst forever ruining the Virgin Suicides for me), and savor the fact that Jane Eyre hasn't been made to suffer the same travesty on a grand scale.
In other news, Dunkin' Donuts is one of the greatest places ever. I'm almost certain that the current state of my life would be far less coherent if it weren't for their toasted coconut coffee. Starbucks is also proving helpful with their sweetened black iced tea, and I've had at least one of each since the day started. I'm a bit jittery, but man, I'm A-W-A-K-E.
After cleaning up messes two days in a row, the flowers have taken up permanent residence in the kitchen sink where if they're knocked over, at least there's a drain nearby. It's heartwarming and a little bit sad to see our hardy little flowers growing in the sink, but this is what we've been reduced to.It was a long day of studying, and I took little breaks at school by doing some recreational reading (no internet access, courtesy of Old Bitchy). I'm reading Jane Eyre, which is my comfort book. My parents gave the book to me for Christmas when I was 11, and it is my "go to" book for when I just want to calm my brain down and feel happy. I have at least 3 copies of it, since the original one I received was read so much that the pages started falling out of it. I, however, refuse to watch any movie and/or miniseries about it.
I can't stand anyone making beloved books into movies, and if I were brilliant enough to write a fictional masterpiece, I'd be rolling in my grave if Gwyneth Paltrow were acting like some British tart as the lead character of one of my books (another reason I'll never name my daughter Emma). I almost always hate the movie more than the book (Exhibit #2: Kirsten Dunst forever ruining the Virgin Suicides for me), and savor the fact that Jane Eyre hasn't been made to suffer the same travesty on a grand scale.
In other news, Dunkin' Donuts is one of the greatest places ever. I'm almost certain that the current state of my life would be far less coherent if it weren't for their toasted coconut coffee. Starbucks is also proving helpful with their sweetened black iced tea, and I've had at least one of each since the day started. I'm a bit jittery, but man, I'm A-W-A-K-E.
