lazy saturday

I've spent pretty much the whole day reading. My back hurts from sitting at my desk. I didn't read anything for school. I still feel bad about reading for pleasure, even though technically all reading is good reading, even if it's bad... right?

Maybe this will change when I graduate.

It's raining lightly outside. I have to go return some DVDs. I actually really like the rain. Well, I like it on the way home; I like it with the knowledge that I will be warm and dry in the near future.

I also really like pudding.

I have perhaps a tad more work than is reasonable for the next week. I am clinging to the certainty that it won't last forever. And by "certainty" I mean "pretty sure belief". If it feels like it's lasting forever, well, how am I to know that it is not, in fact, lasting forever? My construct of time might be off.