As mornings go, you can't fault me for lack of productivity.

See, the thing I have to watch out for when walking around with headphones on isn't the normal stuff like forgetting to look both ways before crossing, but rather that there is now actual music playing in my ears and I'm hard-pressed not to sing/dance along. Especially when Girlfriend makes its rounds. It's a very good thing I can't actually do much of the Pop choreography.

Spent the morning going through x_month_recs and saving about a thousand stories, along with queueing up Too Many People Out of Love for its quarterly reading. This is probably my last weekend as a pseudo-free woman, after which I'll be eyebrow-deep in political science novels.

Brunch with Miranda when she wakes up. At a hopefully much more reasonable hour than my 8:30.

Oh. My. God. Times, like, a thousand or so.

*points to current music*

xalxuffasch - My toes.

Uh, that's about all I can muster right now. Maybe when I can concentrate after my brain's done tingling and I can manage more than incoherent monosyllables.