The Wild Life and Times of a Botanical Geek

I need to study. I really do. I've actually started the math review in my GRE prep book, and I think it's going pretty well, but I need to do more.

Wish I could dredge up more enthusiasm for it though. I've decided I'm going to study today, and I've set aside time and everything, but right now, I'm all, "Well, I *should* get up and get my GRE book, but Arnold's asleep on my lap, and you know, I'd just *hate* to move him and wake him up, so I think I'll just sit here."

Blah.

Oh, on a different note, I dreamt last night that I somehow managed to get an advance copy of the last Harry Potter book. Maybe it was more a smuggled bootleg copy, but either way. It had a nondescript cover, but it did have that nifty-keen gold edging around the pages that I think is so spiffy. I didn't get around to reading it in the dream, but I do remember that it cost something like $110. I get the feeling that in reality, it'd cost a lot, lot more.

Hn.

I have this odd urge to do something, but I don't exactly know what it is. I think the desire to write is in there, but I dunno. I feel like my writing quality has deteriorated lately, so I'm a little reluctant to.

Well, I do know I need to water the Hoarde, so I can do that. And I can always fall back on furiously knitting my sweater. Still, it's irritating to have energy and not know in what direction to focus it. It's the formula for doing something DELETERIOUS OH NOES.

ETA: I have watered the Hoarde. It appears Fred has contracted a case of mushrooms. This reporter's reaction: "The Hell?!". Though it probably isn't to be completely unexpected, since Fred sits right near the (admittedly usually unutilized) front door. I'm considering hitting Fred's soil with fungicide to try and clear up the problem. More news at 5.

Glasses update: After lots and lots of curmudgeoning, headaching, and resisting the urge to put a little diver with a treasure chest in my room, I gave in and went to the optometrist. My glasses are apparently sitting properly now, but I'm still a little fishbowly. I'm gonna let it ride for a couple days, just in case my weird perception is less a case of "Glasses COCKEYED" and more my brain going "OMGWTF what have you done *now*?" Actually, I think right now it's a case of the latter, as I'm starting to get used to them, which is a good thing.

Potatobob update: As I was watering plants today, I leaned over and got a whiff of something slightly rancid coming from Potatobob. I'm not quite sure what I was smelling, if it was just your average solanaceous plant smell (as they can be rather pungent), or if it's a sign that Potatobob is slowly turning to the Dark Side. I'm hoping it's the former, as I'd rather not have to get rid of Potatobob. As of right now, though, the smell isn't really bad, so I'm going to let it ride, and hope that it sorts itself out.

It's definitely growing, though. I think maybe this week I'll take pictures of Potatobob to show. <3 <3 <3