this is the story of your red right ankle

i can barely think about anything except being done with finals and then finally not doing anything for three whole weeks. so i'm not writing this last three-page essay that's the only thing left i have to do, and i'm not studying all the new material i don't know for my finals. instead i've decided to start reading a book about an uptight english butler. i'm in the mood to be distracted. life, distract me. please.