shirking for sebago

I tend to wander around my apartment naked.  Today I shirked off all my clothes as soon as I got in from class and started a batch of chocolate chip cookies (I wanted to have a treat for my sister and also to treat my peers in the event that I am elected tomorrow).  Afterwards, I bleached my entire bathroom and did some reading.  I talked on the phone for the first time to this mystery blind date Jewish vegan guy for almost 2 hours (he talks a lot, too much, but the best part was reminiscing about hiking and camping and dark bodies of cold water).  All while in my underclothes.   Now I’m scratching my head, drinking French press coffee left over from the morning, listening to Kate Nash, studying Confucianism, and preparing for a quiz that I must take online in less than an hour.  From my window on my perch in the city, I can see the lights of the Bridge and the Casino tonight.  Tonight my heart aches for the shores of Sebago—all her dark mystery and the baring of soul and body she inspired.  If I look straight down I see a swimming pool all lit up, sanitary, and cold.