Egg time.

The chocolate binge is nearing. I blame the duck.

Good Friday.
Happy Saturday.
Chocolate Sunday.
Easter Monday.

G.G.

Gossip Girl BINGE. Why oh why do the fashionable, backstabbing socialites fascinate me so? I can't get over the innate sense of style, gorgeous guys, not to mention the insane Upper East Side of NYC that they live in. Talk about envy. I'm friggin Shrek right now.

Rahrahrahrah.

Finally cracking my essay. And the 150 blog posts.

All in one day.

Can you spell p.r.o.d.u.c.t.i.v.e.?

Blah.

Current state: Less than agreeable.
Voice: disappearing.

I sound like I have been smoking solidly for the past century. Raspy and gasping.
Woke up with a splendidly sore throat which is slowly taking over my body. It is the most beautiful Autumn day but I remain inside, feeling sorry for myself and watching re-runs of Glee.

Trying to ignore the two essays I have due in under two weeks, one still yet to fill the blank sheet of paper. Oh yeah and I have work tomorrow.

Silent customer service....legit?

The chill is here.

Went for a nice stroll to a friend's house today. Though nice is a bit of a hyperbole. It was nice once we got there, unfortunately Mr. Winter has decided to come early this year and grace us with his presence. (FYI: It's definitely a guy, he does all the things you don't want him to and none of the things that you do.) I could actually see my breath this evening. Yes, the "breath out and see steam in front of your face" kind of breath.

But I'm sure its colder here.

Winter is..... here?

Relentless rain pelts down outside my window, creating that calming, unexplainable sound that distills relaxation and cosiness. A tower of books rests next to me, arms reach away from my cuccoon of warmth on this intoxifying sofa. Outside is soaking, like a pool dumped from above.

Although there are a lot of houses still open and unfixed from the quake, I hope the inhabitants can find somewhere as warm and toasty as me.

Last day off before a heavy week at work. May this last.

I study, therefore I am.

Today, I study.

These things must be done. And what a perfect day for it. The foreboding clouds of relentless rain approach, slowly but purposefully. I sit inside, cosied up with Crouteau and Hoynes and at break time, Madison.

Some Gilmore Girls would be pretty good right about now. Please, give me Rory's strength to study.

Granted.