No, not really. Sorry for all the hype.
Random thoughts today as I struggle to finish homework due in five hours. The homework train derailed this week under the weight of the illness, and I hesitate to say that it might not have been my best work ever.
I did buy the new Dave Matthews Band CD and I actually listened to four songs in my car on the way to and from places, but the pull of Songs for Silverman is just too hard to ignore. To be honest, there was nothing in that four songs that made me really excited to listen to the rest, and I can't get Late out of my head. Even if I wanted to, I don't think I could right now. Folds wrote it for Elliot Smith, and it's just beautifully stuck in my head. So oh well, the new Dave and the new Weezer (on sale for 9.99!) will have to wait out the Folds thingy.
Also, I couldn't fall asleep last night because I kept thinking about ice cream. Seriously. A meme on Bitch PhD asked what your favorite ice cream was, and I decided that mine is definitely cookies and cream. Which is totally bizarre, because I pretty much don't like cookies. S has boxes and boxes of cookies in the house, and they're not tempting (but if he brought home a baguette and some brie, it'd be gone in less than 10 minutes. All of it. However much it was.). But plunge that cookie into a container of some variation of vanilla ice cream and I'm gaga for it. Even chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream makes me weak-kneed. And you know what I just decided? It's not even sufficient to crumble some cookies on ice cream. I don't love that. Like Coldstone? Anh. No no, it has to be actual cookies and cream ice cream. Not cookies alone, and not ice cream alone. Slightly weird, huh?
Now I kind of wish I had a picture of a man with three buttocks. It would make this post far more exciting, wouldn't it?
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