so I’m sitting here at work having a bit of trouble getting going at anything. It feels like it’s about -10 in here, seriously do I have to buy one of those damn Snuggies or something?

last night I dreamt about space travel which is odd because I’m definitely not into space at all and have zero interest in it other than looking at stars when in the country.

ugh, you know you have nothing to say when you talk about dreams. I suppose I could tell you what I have for lunch (egg salad, a pear, some applesauce and a water), what I’m wearing (jeans, t-shirt, scarf and green jacket), or even what I want to be when I grow up (a writer, a painter…. a candlestick maker?) but that’s all pointless too.

I could use a good make out session.