As a rule the purchase of books is mistaken for the appropriation of their contents.
-Schopenhauer
Tonight was supposed to be cleaning night, but instead, it’s throw everything around in an attempt to make organization piles. Instead of actually dealing with these piles, I think I’ll just leave them and get around to them later, as per usual.
I’m also facing the wrath of Carlos at the moment; I got home and he’d gotten into something he shouldn’t have, and consequently, he had to have a bath. Great. Now I have damp cat sitting on everything but his blanket. He’s furious at me. Instead, I’m practicing excellent escapism and going out to dinner with K. I think I’m making a much better choice. He’s more fun than laundry and wet cat any day.