Heigh-ho, Content!

How do I know when I am procrastinating? When it is one thirty in the morning and I am making lunch for tomorrow, washing all my bedsheets, reorganizing my books, locating studs in my wall for shelves, and becoming overly concerned that my blog is more or less lacking in any real content. And none of that is hyperbole. My mattress cover is currently tossing in the dryer, lunch is in the fridge, my bookcase is more efficient than ever, and I am sitting here typing.
In my defense, yesterday I was struck down with a very sudden and incapacitating fever. I was jittery and freezing whilst burning up and aching all over. It was weird, considering I don't get impressively sick very often. It dogged me all night, blinding headache and active sinuses thrown in to the mix as well. Then quite suddenly in the wee hours the fever broke and twenty four hours later I sit here perfectly fine with nothing to show for it except a nose that is not quite decisive enough to be stuffy.
On the positive side it's been warm lately. All the way up into the forties. We are pretty excited. Any day in winter where one can get away with only one jacket is cause for celebration. My window is even open. Astounding.
In other news, I have started searching for a roommate for next year. It's troublesome. Everyone thinks they are neat and not insane. How does one screen for such things? I have a prospect in one of Paul's friends which turned out well last time. Unfortunately the first year up here turned out so awesome that it's hard to deal with situations that aren't as perfect. Not everyone can be Sarah, Anais, and Cambria. It ruined me for all subsequent non-ideal living situations. So it's either Paul's friend, or an internet random. Randoms right now consist of a female grad student or a guy who prefers living with females.
I'm really craving a kitten. I miss having furry entities around.

Recent Distractions

A break from school. It has been amazing. Finals was so pressure packed and when everything was done I was so relieved that when I got back to the apartment I dumped everything on the floor, kicked it in distracted revenge, then wandered back downstairs and began walking around the hill picking up sticks. I went up and down the stairs multiple times until I had a sizable pile. There was actually a point to this since Paul and I had been using his fireplace lately but had mixed success with the initial lighting stages. Therefore I decided to gather kindling. Then I cleaned out my notebooks and made a pile for tinder. It was very satisfying.
Tomorrow he is taking me skiing, in theory, but it means that I have to find appropriate clothes and wake up in time to get picked up. We'll see. I'd like to do the outdoors thing more often.
In other news, does anyone else find onomatopoeia in other languages as interesting as I do? There are some adorable shirts here. Not that I can afford shirts these days.
Also, with Natalie's marriage looming large on my horizon I have been looking at a lot of wedding stuff. In my travels I (or maybe Rachel?) found some aggressively adorable wedding toppers. There are the skinny funny birds, and the little round wooden people.