Damn

I am listening to Scarlet's Walk.
I have a thing for Scarlet Johannsen.
Weird.
Everything is done.
Everything that I could possibly do.
This goddamn house is spotless, I ran two miles, I've bathed, I already wrote on my Deviantart journal.
I guess I could do guitar practice.
I guess I could figure out what I'm making for dinner.
Damn.
And I thought I had an excuse to just sit here, completely self satisfied, and ramble.