wedn at the lib

I just arrived at the library, at unnatural time, a time when most are leaving or least have been here a few hours. But really, who goes to the lib at 7:30? Isn't that dinner time? or the-Daily-Show-repeat-is-on-in-a-half-hour time? That's what it is, for normal people I think...

But no, after spending my afternoon drinking mimosas, making deviled eggs (both sure signs of spring, like robins and such)... generally lazing around I have decided to make my day somewhat useful and do some thesis research/literature review writing. Crazy, right? What happened to the good old days with senior-itis and such? It's a mystery to me because no semester has been so hard, so demanding and so damn taxing as this one. While I feel senior-itis in the ummovitvated part of me, the work keeps on kicking my ass into gear, despite my best attempts to procrastinate it.

So I am at the library, determined to fight this disease by putting some good, hardcore hours in. Oh, and thinking of posts about bad fashion, such as large slippers with skirts etc, because you can't help it when it's all around you.