I have a lot of neat stuff I could talk about in tonight's blog, but since I am busy cramming for finals (which begin tomorrow), I will take a cue from my a-mazing fellow blogger Jillian and table such matters until I have time to adequately address them.

Instead...we get to examine the contents of my room! Hooray! I'll list the first things I see and, perhaps, describe them.

This is interesting. Seriously.

1. Voice recorder. It's sitting on my desk. I used to carry it in my back pocket at work, for those times when inspiration strikes and it's impossible to write. I believe I robbed the thing's batteries to put in my razor.

2. Tape measure. No idea why it's there. Even stranger, it's balanced precariously atop a coffee-scented candle.

3. The Big Book of Baby Names. Also on the desk...and no, I'm not expecting, and no, I have no kids. I use it to yank character names out of the ether for stories. The phone book is a great tool, too.

4. Half-eaten slice of pizza. Rectified shortly, especially because it's not sitting on a plate. (My desk is clean enough to eat off...well, clean enough for me to eat off, anyway.)

5. Elementary Functions book. Soon to be burned in a hateful ritual, it's lying open on my bed. This is only because I could not fit it down the toilet.

6. My Name is Asher Lev, a novel by Chaim Potok. Believe it or not, it's resting open on my head, like some kind of banana peel-turned-hat. I didn't want to lose my place. A beautiful young lady gave it to me for my birthday this past Friday, and I have been devouring it...quite good, especially when used as a means of protesting the aforementioned Functions.

7. Bath robe. Hanging on the back of my computer chair. I roll the sleeves up to make myself look like a wizard. Still need to find some stars and half-moons for it.

8. Mess. Everywhere.

9. Comb. Again, on the desk. No idea why it's there, or why I have it. I hate combs. (Just wear a hat, people...preferably, a Sox hat.)

10. Cup of tea. I have recently become addicted to the stuff. The party responsible for afflicting me thusly will, no doubt, be punished with great kindness and affection.

11. Exhaustion. Generally present.

And, on that note, I'm going to go pass out so I can tank a math final tomorrow. Whee!