Tuesday.

February is almost upon us. I've been vegging out in front of the t.v. in preparation.

A box of mystery cinnamon buns showed up at my desk this morning. Nobody knows who they're for or who ordered them. They are making me HUNGRY.

I'm going to attempt to get my car unstuck today. Jesse said he'd shovel a path to the street, but then I'm on my own. Hopefully I can get home. I'm running out of clothes.

My list of one hundred books is getting closer to completion. I have about twenty to go. If you have any recommendations, I'd appreciate them. As long as they're not nine hundred pages long.

I walked to work this morning and I have to walk home. It's a lot colder than it looks, the sidewalks are three feet deep with snow in some places and I'm lazy. I dread the clocking ticking five o'clock. But then I remember that I can hop into a warm bed, take a cat nap and wake up to supper being made for me and I'm okay with a little walk home.

On a hilarious side note, my dad and Jesse were talking the other day after I got my car stuck and my dad told him he was weird for not giving me a key yet. And then he told me I was weird. It was all very weird.

(via sandra juto)