Product of Productivity

I had a music history test on Wednesday. I sat in the Union Starbucks for 6 hours each night before, reading and digesting outline after outline of information I failed to embrace during the last 3 weeks. I'm sorry, but to really expect to do that much reading CONSISTENTLY? No. I almost prefer not having a life for 3 consecutive days rather than not have a little bit of life every day.

Anyway, all in all, the test was not the death of me. Au contraire, I have undergone a significant, if not temporary, change in character from this recent wave of studiousness. Under the pressure of getting 3 weeks of the development of musical notation and gregorian chant in my brain, I seemed to have been subconsciously inspired by the way I just got shit done.

After the test yesterday, I came home, well... I mean first I slept and went out for Mexican, but THEN I came home and finally got all the clothes and shit off my floor and in my closet. Granted my closet walls are bustling and I'm out of hangers, but you can see my floor.

Today I came home, finally scrubbed out the nasty ass garbage can, outside, in the rain, and then proceeded to clean the whole kitchen. Managed to do a few dishes as well, and then I MADE DINNER. God I feel like a convert or something. Now if only I could apply this new mentality to physical exercise and oh I don't now everything else I wish I did for myself. HA that's funny.