It's after 5pm and I am still in my pajamas. I've watched a rather fabulous movie and read a plethora of lovely poems in a chapter entitled, "Read These Poems!" from my creative writing text (Sometimes I have serious concerns over the worth of these classes I take).
Now I sit here smoking (which I really do and do not want to give up -- to explain my love and hate for smoking would take some time, which I'd rather not spend) and wondering what it is I should do next.
And if you understood the complexity of that question, I'd willingly give you my left arm. Which, if you think about it, is a rather silly gift. My left arm, though significant to me, wouldn't do you much good now, would it?