Ahem. I will now confront you with the insignificant details of my day.

shower: Paul Mitchell Awapuhi shampoo, Biolage conditioning balm, Lever 2000 soap.

food: California roll

words: Sainte-Beuve. Dean Koontz (Dean Koontz!?).

Argued with Y in regard to Wilde and Kant's ideas on aesthetics. Spent a few hours going over subnetting (thanks, foobutt!). It made considerably more sense, and I'm going to work on it more this morning and ever day after that. What spurred it was Y saying "You're spending your time noding sea creatures when you should be working on your certification." What? No, I don't have a problem. I'm an idle motherfucker, and it's starting to piss me off. Damn you Everything! You're so high maintenance, but it's my own fault. I make you that way....

I can't get that fucking Britney Spears song out of my head.
Confession: when I was in Rome, stuck in bed sick one day, I watched an hour long Britney Spears bio-thing on Mtv.