Half past noon, and i"m waiting for my roommate to wake so we can go for brunch.
Things to do this weekend:
transcribe 30 minutes of interview and write a 500-word article based on said interview (cinch-y, but tedious)
put away clean laundry
find a book to read -- I've been enjoying French authors (in translation, my reading comprehension allows me to muddle through newspapers, not novels) and short novels (they match my short attention span)
respond to emails
listen to Fleetwood Mac, repeatedly
Last night a girl at the bar squatted over the toilet, missed the bowl entirely, and peed on the floor. I was in the stall beside and pee ricocheted off the floor and onto my foot.
Scrambled eggs and coffee sound like heaven right now.