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There is nothing like a 3.5-hour power nap to make a Saturday special. In my master plan to clean my house today, I managed to clean the bathroom and change the sheets. The sheets looked so inviting that I was overcome with the overwhelming urge to crawl inside them immediately. So I did. Now it's 6 pm, and I'm at a loss. I suppose I could cook a little dinner and then continue to do some cleaning. Or I could strip off my sweatpants and sweatshirt and soak in my freshly clean bathtub and then transition seamlessly to the couch and pop in The Philadelphia Story. I think I'll do that. My mom invited me to go to the basketball game tonight, but I know she's just plotting to introduce me to a guy there, and I can only juggle so many men at once! Jesus! I watched last night's Joan of Arcadia earlier, and ONCE AGAIN, it made me cry. I swear to God that show is like therapy for me. Not to mention that happily Cute Guy God made a welcome appearance. It was so funny to see Christopher Marquette, who plays the quiet, shy, artistic, awesome Adam on Joan of Arcadia in The Girl Next Door, shouting "FUCK!" every five seconds and talking about banging hot chicks. He was hilarious. It was like the anti-Adam. ET IN TERRA PAX HOMINIBUS! (Sorry, listening to a little Missa Brevis in D at top volume in honor of not being able to attend my high school's choral concert tomorrow night.) QUONIAM! TU SOLUS SANCTUS! TU SOLUS DOMINUS! TU SOLUS ALTISSIMUS! JESU CHRISTE! (The bass soloist would sing that part, and you could hear the exclamation points.) Good times. Now I'm listening to one of my favorite Lucy Kaplansky songs, "Don't Mind Me." I think the chances are very good that I will be awake for a very, very long time. About this time in ...
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