Perhaps I should fix that borken image thing. "Borken" is so much better than actually spelling the word right.

I become lazier and lazier as the seconds pass by. When I got home today around 7:15, I was all idealistic and hopeful for the future, telling myself that I'd crack open that thick SAT-prep book and take a shower and get lots of sweet mercy sleep. Now in my old age I have spurned the shower, saying that that it is kind of unnecessary as long as I wear my hair up tomorrow and find some bit of deodorant in my room.

I did crack open that book, for the record, but my brother and mother went out to pick up a dinner and I levitated toward the computer. And so it goes.