After a whole day of studying, I am retaliating. And it's only been a day of whole-day studying, too.This is no good, particularly as I have a shit-load of reading to do by next Tuesday. But here I am, taking a "study break". Anyhow. The state of my room would disgust you. The bedsheets are all over the place and there are miscellaneous pieces of paper everywhere. Does this sort of messiness carry over into adulthood and like, married-life? If so, then woe be the man who marries me. And any kids that I may have. Can you tell that I'm procrastinating? So I like Modest Mouse's Float On. You know the part where they go "All right, already, we'll all float on, all right", and so on? Yeah, that never fails to brighten my disposition. Okay. I gotta make a phone call. Peace.