Five Senses Friday VII

Feeling:

annoyed. With myself for not getting more work done this week [read: any work done] and with my sandal for breaking when I was 5 minutes from campus, 20 minutes from home.

Smelling:

Books. That old book smell. During the summer the library loses that Axe, Vanilla Body Spray, Redbull aroma, mysteriously.

Hearing:

Near silence. Birds.

Tasting:

My own sandpaper tongue. I am still dehydrated from Wednesday night... [that would be a snake on my route to adulthood]

Seeing:
My new maxi skirt is already pilling. Sigh. 

Off to do work - happy weekend, one and all.