why i am still in bed

As per a four hour conversation last night in which I managed to stay uncharacteristically calm&cool&collected, it is seeming increasingly likely that The Boy and I will perhaps be parting paths.

As a result, it is 8:17 am. On any normal day, I would already worked-out for 1 hour and 17 minutes. Why is today different from all other days? On this day I have lounged comfortably in my bed.

This lack of gym-ing does not mean I will be letting myself get fat. To the contrary, my friend, I will now have more incentive than ever. I just plan on hitting the gym when it is less crowded, for a four or five hour block this afternoon. Call me crazy, but I'm expecting to be newly-on-the-singles market.

I have bought 2 pairs of shoes and charged them to my parents' credit card. The wonders of online shopping. Retail therapy in sweatpants.

on an unrelated note, I had a paper due last night at midnight. The plan was to start it at 8, after SVU. Unfortunately, USA decided to do a total mindfuck and flip Criminal Intent with SVU, thus airing SVU from 8-9. Cleary, I still had to watch it. At 10, I realized there was not a chance in hell that I'd be finishing my paper. So I sent my professor the following email.


Subject Line: Assignment 2

Dear Professor X,
Here is my paper. Have a great weekend!
See you in class next week,
Tarabeet


no paper attached. It bought me TONS of additional hours, at least 3 hours until after she writes back and says I didn't attach the document.

Any guy would be lucky to have a girl as brilliant as me, n'est-ce pas?