Here are the mundane details: (Feel free to skip to QOTD, because we all know you don't give a damn about this part)
I got up, felt like poo, looked like ass, went to classes, got an A+ on my jewelry project, killed some time at the gym talking to Jake, who I just adore, went to boring night class where I most likely failed a quiz, came home for some law & order and some shower action, and that's pretty much the whole day.
Cubs win, and they lead the wild card race, which is spectacular.
I just came to the stunning revelation that I need to do laundry... BAD.
I'd like to think that I'll get to paint tomorrow, even though I've got a 4-5 page paper due Thursday.
I don't know why I'm telling you all of this.
Liz: "Our upstairs neighbors might not be drummers, or tap dancers, or whatever, anymore, but man, they sure do walk heavily."
Jennie: "And they have lots of sex."
Liz: "Do they really? Whoever is above me must not be getting any."
Jennie: "Yeah well, whoever is above me is getting plenty... sometimes I'll moan really loudly just to make them think I'm gettin' some too!"