Conservative Arts

Sunday, really. Didn't have too bad of a dairy hangover, but I seemed a bit spacey. So what better to do, after homework, than clean my room? Which I haven't done since I moved in in mid-August. My storage desk still needs a serious sorting and the floor awaits a righteous vacuuming, but it's already almost gleaming with stark difference from its previous state, which required ballerina skills to walk the seven feet from door to bed without stepping on something. I hadn't even fully unpacked my suitcase from my trip.

The rest of this entry is long and fairly specialized in nature. It does feature a nice quote at the end, though. Read more if you wish.

( Trip, you say? )