The laze

This has been a very unproductive week for me as far as homework goes. Yesterday I didn't even open my books. Instead I shopped, shopped some more, watched Lost, and then worked on this stupid cross-stitch thing that I bought on a whim at Michaels. Well, I had to do my reading at some point, so I ditched physics this morning and sat at a cafe all day reading short stories by Poe. It was quite lovely, really. I am now at work where I have nothing to do but homework. Am I doing it? No, I am writing this blog, playing solitaire, and listening to christmas music on my ipod. And yet somehow I don't feel lazy or guilty. More just...fine.

My boss got some really silly looking earrings. I am kind of embarassed for him.