I want the quiet moments of a party girl

The fam is out of town, so I'm living the solo life. I watched my nephew at a gymnastics compition this morning. It was at school, and I got to walk him there, so I pointed out where I work and everything. It was probably pretty boring, but you never know what little dudes will remember when they get older, so I figure you do what you can. I've been riding my bike around a lot, and eating those awesome prepackaged Indian dishes that you just heat up and eat. Well, that and tortillas and fried eggs and tons of peppers.

Over on Lovato's blog he's got this thing. Since I'm a bookslut, I did it, eventhough I don't normall do that sort of thing.
The rules are:
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next four sentences on your blog, along with these instructions.
5. Don’t you dare dig for that “cool” or “intellectual” book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest!

Fortunately for me, I'm in the grad school, too, so I've got a sweet book of poetry literally sitting on my lap right now--I'm trying to memorize a section from it. Book title: Paradise Lost. Author: Milton. Here we go.

O Adam, one Almighty is, from whom
all things proceed, and up to him return,
if not deprav'd from good, created all
such to perfection, one first matter all