Blargh

It's hoooooot.  *whiiiiine*

And I'm cleaning.  Which, actually, is a good sign.  It means I've shaken off the blargh that's been piling up around my head for weeks now.  I know it's bad when the mess doesn't even bother me anymore but I reached my breaking point this morning.  On top of the clutter, I was running out of room for all of my TBR books so I had to do a little bit of rearranging.  (I shuffled over the little bookcase and my desk to the right and moved the three drawer night stand on the light side of the desk were there's now room; the books run across the entire tops of all three now. ...XD!)

So I've dusted, swept, cleaned off and threw stuff into the closet (what?  It's a project for another weekend).  The bed has stuff on it because I'm waiting for the laundry to be done and then it all goes up.  And maybe I'll take pictures because my mom is always amused when my room is actually, you know, clean.

And now, because I like lists, my TBR books:
( Booooks )

...this is not to indicate that I don't want books for my birthday or gift cards to bookstores.  Because I'm addicted.  ^.^

OMG.

Go here, read the symptoms (second paragraph) before someone makes a change.  Pick out the thing that stands out.

Boo, they already edited it, so here's what the quote was:  "Symptoms include : fever, disorientation, stiffness of the joints, vomiting, and loss of conciousness ending in death and then reanimation."

Yes, that's right, we've finally discovered the cause of zombies. :D  PIGGIES.