Wasting time...

Okay, so I've been trying for a week now to get into To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf, but I just can't seem to get there. I actually decided to clean my room today instead of have another go at Lighthouse. That's how bad it is.

But now my room is clean, dinner is done, I took a long bath, and there's nothing left really for me to do other than read the stupid book.

But then I remembered that I've yet to do sort of a final post on my trip to France, so here I am.

I am happy to report that it appears as though I made it through the trip without any serious injuries. However, a lingering ache in my left ankle is worrying me a little, although it might be just from wearing heels out last night. I also managed to walk away with only one bruise, which I didn't even notice until yesterday in the shower. Amazing stuff, I tell ya. And nobody ran into me on the slopes! All in all, it was a very lucky trip.

Went to a party last night with a friend I hadn't seen in a while. Things were going well until I got cornered by this Scottish guy whilst I was out having a cig. Next thing you know, I'm debating US politics (again), and despite multiple attempts to shove the conversation elsewhere, the Scot just wasn't having it. At one point he bet me a pint of bitter that McCain is going to win the election. I am so tired of these sorts of debates, the next time somebody asks me "Clinton or Obama", I'm going tell them I only ever vote for Nader, and he's not running this time. Hopefully nobody over here has heard of Ralph Nader.

I mentioned already that I cleaned my room today. I don't think that really adequately describes the Herculean task that cleaning my room can sometimes be. Sad as it is, I still was not completely unpacked yet from Christmas. Having solved the logistics problems with my clothing before I went to France, all that remained for me to sort out was my shoes and my school stuff. I have way too many pairs of shoes. But now everything is stowed and securely fastened, so I can sleep easy tonight knowing I don't have a messy room to deal with in addition to all the ironing I'm going to have to do tomorrow (oh the joys of returning from vacation).

Anyway, I've got this weird half-stuffy nose thing going on, so I'm going to take some Nyquil and call it a night. I'll deal with Virginia Woolf tomorrow.