I'm slacking.

Actually, I'm beyond slacking. Blogs don't look after themselves, and I've got too many strange emo thoughts. And hell, it's a four-day weekend (religious holiday, but still), and I've got no excuse.
This morning, I rolled out of bed at 10:30, nearly coughed up a lung (dry coughs for no reason, maybe I should look into that), fried a few eggs and flipped some toast, put the coffee on, and sat in front of the tube watching the Gill Deacon Show for the next hour. Ah, free time. It isn't anything big; in fact, you may be reading this and thinking to yourself, "Oh my, what a sad, lonely girl" and really, you might be right. Sometimes it seems like I'm the only one who needs that one solitary day of breakfasts and newspapers and baths and alone-ness to keep me sane for the rest of the week - but it can't be. I'm as social as the next gal, but come on, I can't be on all day, every day.
And so here's the rest of my day: homework, re-runs of HOUSE, and maybe skip out to a movie or grab some ramen by my lonesome. This makes me more thrilled than anything. Oh dear, China will be a blast - 16 drama teens + 12 hour jet-lag for two crammed weeks in a foreign city. I think I'll take a video camera and film this thing reality-TV style and see what sort of drama comes up.
I know you may not want to see me/on your way down from the clouds."
So, today, something will become clear.
I can feel it.

Ah. Blogs. Have a great one, everyone.