All the trees of the field will clap their hands.

I've got hundreds of photos from the China trip which I am supposed to choose and arrange in a homemade do-it-yourself scrapbook to be done by tonight. So I can show everyone at my aunt's Christmas Eve dinner what a fun trip it was and how China is no longer as primitive as rumoured. Hangzhou was finally done last night (after one week) but there's still Suzhou, Wuxi, Nanjing and Shanghai. Why oh-why did I not choose to just buy a stupid fugly photo album with hideous plastic sheets and instead turned this shit into one tiring art project?

Pardon me, I am feeling as lazy as the balmy weather and all I ever want to do now is to rot like jelly and watch tv.
Monica Gellar ain't gonna be pleased with my room.