quirks.

I recently read a blog about "secret single behavior"--ie, what quirky habits single people develop when they're living alone, a la Sex & the City--which apparently includes eating weird things for dinner and wearing bizarre outfits (because they're comfortable, and who's watching?). Now, I don't really live alone, but compared to a house with 4 other women, and far, far less personal space, it's close enough to single-living that I think I'm starting to develop some bizarre habits of my own. Only things is, I'm not entirely sure if they're a product of not needing to interact with human beings much once I'm in the haven that is my room, or if this is just a sign of absent-minded-professor-ism hitting about one university degree too early.

In the last week, symptoms have included:
-wearing this outfit to bed more often than not.
-nattering to myself, sometimes in Old English
-leaving for the grocery store, getting halfway there, realizing that I'm wearing my slippers instead of real shoes, and deciding that there's no use going back now (low point.)
-eating cold leftovers out of a tupperware container while standing in the kitchen and reading a Middle English hagiography
-making endless to-do lists, leaving them laying around my floor so I don't forget about them
-stacking books everywhere, to the point that I'm now using some of them as a table.

All I can say is, thank goodness for my completely wonderful friends, who mandate dressing like a real girl when we go out on the town, and also for Greg, whose visits give me reason to serve dinner on plates. I'm afraid the book stacking might be chronic. Ah well-- can't win 'em all.