24.02.04

As usual, Jennifer did a marvelous job distracting me tonight and convinced me to take a test to see what level of Dante’s Inferno I will end up in.

The Dante’s Inferno Test has sent you to the First Level of Hell - Limbo!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Take the Dante Inferno Hell Test

I learned a new phrase today while working on my narrative for my book talk:

Indian Diaspora

Last weekend was a forced holiday so I had some extra time to do some of the things I’ve been meaning to do since we moved into our house. Up until now I have had to use two closests, one in our bedroom, the other in our guest room, to fit all of my clothing. Sunday night I went through everything and put aside any article I hadn’t worn comfortably in the past 6 months (I’m a little chunkier since I got married) or haven’t worn at all in the past year. I was amazed with myself since I’ve always been very sentimental about my stuff. If there is a memorable moment associated with anything then I keep it.
As a result, I’ve managed to consolidate everything into half our bedroom closet, with the rest fitting in my dresser. Mike is a little confused since I moved his socks and underwear to the dresser drawers on the other side of the room, but I’m sure he’ll get used to it.

I woke up at 3 last night with an awful sickness in my stomach. My sleep was restless until Chani woke me at 6. With Mike’s encouragement, I managed to force myself to work, a decision I regreted the minute I started the car and was blasted by that obnoxious new song by Britany Spears. It was way to early in my schedule for pop music, so I pressed my finger against the “seek” button and left it there, drifting through channels, until I pulled into work. The library is quiet today, for now at least. I just finished labeling yet another box of government documents, but since I don’t feel ambitious enough to file them all yet, I’m just sitting here wondering if I feel dizzy from nauseasness or nauseas from dizzyness.