Once upon a time,I don't know if it's the biting cold windchill that Spoland that has been having as of late, or if it's the fact that I've become more productive over the last few days, of if I'm just still not totally feeling up to par, but it's been a rather slow last few days. Because of this, I understand why Wednesday's are called "Hump Days". As much as I love this time of year, with all the warm sweaters coming out, and the nifty mass of extra days off here and there, and the winter dance around the corner, and the start of something new on stage, I'm tired and done. I just have this urge to throw a fit until someone wants to cuddle me and keep me warm. [Hey. Theo does this and it works out for in fantastically. (Bad parenting? Maybe.)] It's just been a loooong, cold week so far, and I just can't wait until that holiday joy is back. Unfortunately, I think that won't set in for another couple weeks. Thanksgiving/Girls night's much?
My house is also like Antarctica. So if anyone wants to show up at my house with a bathtub of hot water -- You'd be my angel. I'd love you forever and always. So, note to self for adult life? Always have a back up plan. What if my water heater, and air heater both die? Have an over abundance of lady friends who love you, because I'm minorly screwed having out with mostly boys. Hooray for looking gross tomorrow. There's no way i'm cleaning out my car tonight. Nuhuh. That's for after school tomorrow when the sun is still out. A baby amount of warmth. So cold. (It also looks like we moved out. All the drapes are shut and will never seemingly open again.
And this is because I feel like someone else needs to be able to lay on my basement floor in a puddle of Adam Levine wonder with me :
In other news, how do you ask someone for a pep talk?
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