Could, Should, Ought to work

But instead I have come home 3 hours premature from the library to make pasta and watch the Big Bang Theory. I think if I polish off the series (yeah...I know...I'm rightly ashamed), then I will have no distractions during this week. No distractions means I will be able to polish off a first draft of my - holy shit, get this - thesis.

Forgot I was writing a thesis, didn't you?

Well I did. Most of the time.

And now it seems it is almost at its completion. Way cool guys. Way cool.

I am just finding it hard to commit to the end. Enter cheesy joke about all my ex boyfriends ever.

Or instead, hilarious dream an ex boyfriend shared with me(since I'm a little sensitive that all my ex boyfriends have been in long term relationships since me, while I have been single and living with a cat ever since...):

I had this dream the other night that we were still dating...

uh....

...and we ran into Chabal...

Awesome! Nice to know that we are cosmically linked by our love of a primordeal rugby player

...and you slept with him...

Go me

... but I was like "...Well, it is Chabal." And was somehow ok with it.

Chabal has sex with other guys' girlfriends and they give him high fives all the time! And then they ice their hands, unable to stand the awesome power of Chabal's hand

And he was also somehow a bunch younger and didn't have the long hair...

Jackpot, me!

...and naturally you had sex in front of me on the field.

Naturally?! But more importantly, on the field? I hope people paid to witness this event!