right in front of me

In the context of my four-weeks away graduation date (lots and lots of exclamation points here)...playing hooky to go to San Francisco to watch a soft-porn Frenchie movie and then drink mucho vodka necessitates the cancellation of my Beverly Hills hair appointment on this Saturday afternoon.

What playing hooky does is require hours and hours spent indoors over the last two beautiful days, glued to my laptop.

It's okay. It's good, in fact. Fantastic, even.

I love my project and the sunny sky out the window to the right of me and the stuff I've tacked up on the wall in front of me.

I love love. And I don't mean Mr. Love--although I do love him too. I'm just happy, doing homework on a Saturday afternoon.

Happy because any moment now I'm going to stop. And watch THE LAKER GAME.

(Duh, I would have had to cancel my fancy hair appointment anyway because it was during THE LAKER GAME.)

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