Look at your fish

The distinct buzzing of my mini-fridge plays as an undertone to the latest Brit-pop craze, The Servant over my low-volume sound system. Its hum is familiar and, though off-key in comparison to the song, makes me feel like the day is working hard.

I sit here in my room surrounded by messy sheets, classwork, books and a constantly ringing cell phone and feel accomplished. If this is what waking up at 9am on a workless Saturday, eating at IHOP with my boyfriend and his brother, and settling in for hours of homework does to my mood, I'm scheduling my days like this more often.