the Dalaverse

Attempting to study for a bio quiz, so I'm listening to my downloaded collection of movie themes, which is the traditional background study music.

Except it's distracting me because the theme from "Rudy" never fails to move me to tears. And I've never even seem the bloody movie. It's just a beautiful piece of music.

Oh god. Please excuse me while I die of embarrassment.

I'm sitting at my computer, doing the aforementioned studying. In my bathrobe, I might add, as it my custom after a shower, and nothing else. There's a knock at the door so I figure it's one of the girls come to borrow or return something; instead, two guys from maintenance come in to ask about our AC.

Maintenance Guy #1: Heard you were having AC trouble.
Me: *squeak* Um, yeah, just gimme a second and I'll get dressed.

::proceeds to die slowly, painfully, and red-faced::

On the plus side, is it possible that soon I will not be sweating myself into a coma?

ETA: Still no air conditioning. Sigh. Also, library interview tomorrow, mustn't forget.

I am sweaty, tired, smelly, and gross-looking.

::beams::

I got to sail.

Right. Water, laundry, shower, nap, aerobics, dinner, reading. In that order. I think that should just about take care of the rest of the day, no? Maybe try and squeeze some writing in there somewhere.

Three showers in the space of about twelve hours. THREE. That's one every four hours, you know (any math I can do in my head is math to flaunt). My skin is confused. I've exposed it to too many different products and conditions. Tomorrow I'm going to wake up with a rash of tiny question marks and WTFs.

So. Tired ::flops::

Martin Luther can bite my ass.

Sparrington drabble ficlet for to cheer greenabsinthe up. It's more snarky than fluffy, but I hope that'll suffice :)


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