Mushy brain

It's 6:42 PM. I have the evening free. These are some of the things I could be doing, and frankly, should be doing:

--going over class notes for Conditions final
--studying for my MBLEx (scheduled for July 7!)
--catching up with friends via written correspondence
--making a salad for dinner
--reading about homosexuality in Renaissance Florence
--going to yoga
--cleaning the fridge

These are the things I'm actually doing:
--slouching on the sofa
--staring at the Amazon page for the blow-dryer I want
--reading a gay supernatural romance-mystery, when I can convince my brain to focus on the words
--thinking very hard about brushing my teeth, washing my face, putting on pyjamas, and going to bed

In fact, the only reason I haven't yet done that last is because getting up off the couch just feels like too much darn work.

Brian's had a cold the past few days. Fortunately not a severe one, but enough to have him feeling drained and out of it. I strongly suspect I'm fighting it off, myself.

Go away, cold. I don't have time for you this week.