over-under sleep-clean

i woke up groggy from oversleeping around 11am, and cleaned my apartment for the first time in too long. by the time i was done i was feeling considerably agitated, and my back troubles weren't helping.

instead of going shopping and then remaining holed up here, i broke to coffeeholic for serious breakfast and ran into the poetry lecturer i met last week, which was fantastic because i had a couple of things i needed to get off my chest and we entered into a brief yet edifying debate.

it's nice to have nothing special to do for the moment. my biggest struggle is figuring out how to paint a tongue the way i see it in my head... while i know what's going to end up on the canvas won't be it, i want it to at least look good :P

so i've bid on a copy of the magic pudding, and am contemplating have just purchased hardcopies of aristotle - poetics, edith hamilton - mythology, and robert fitzgerald's the iliad and the odyssey (i've decided i quite like him since i've read his translation of the poems in oedipus at colonus).