finals and other mumble-worthiness

No kidding. As if finals and essays and dealing with next autumn's schedule weren't enough, I have to get myself distracted by clicking the wrong link at the wrong time and starting myself down imagination lane again. Now I have her voice in my head every other second and I'll be damned if I can't get her image out of there either. Why can't my daydreams wait till *after* I write the political science essay? Ugh. the conversation I had with Karen this morning is probably the catalyst for all this, but shards does my subconscious have bad timing. I've fallen so hard, I swear she still has the ability to make my stomach do flip-flops like there's a fair of firelizards in there... or maybe it's more the tilt-a-whirl effect? Either way it's the truth. Gaa! To shamelessly quote from a sherlock Holmes mystery - "Curses! She still has me in a power!"

Now I'm shutting up, before either of my sisters gets a look at this and goes creeped-out homophobic on my hind end. that'd be just what I need...

OK, if that wasn't cathartic I don't know what is. Whew! Maybe now I can write this essay.

And I don't know the name of this song, not for lack of looking around for it. But really though, the lyrics fit. "He said grab your things I've come to take you home..." is that not the *perfect* Search song? :)