Where's my tropical paradise?

I'm tired, and it's cold, and I took a hard test today. At least I get to look at pretty pictures of half-naked men. Thank you Billy for providing the opportunity to hang out with sexy male models this past weekend. And your cd turned my truck into the new funky town on the way back to CS on Sunday.

I've been slowly sliding into the black hole of procrastination lately so I've drawn up a complicated study schedule for each day. Here's hoping I can actually stick with it, at least for a week or two. Now I'm going to sit in a bubblebath and imagine that I'm in a balmy tropical paradise instead of the bone chilling 40 degrees of College Station.