Snore.....

That's me, as soon as I get off work and done warping. And done studying philosophy. And doing devotions. And brushing my teeth and cleaning up my messes that I made today. I can't wait. I love sleep and I love my bed and I love my covers and I love that it's getting cold enough to need an extra blanket. There's something inherently wonderful about being able to curl up in tons of blankets. There's even something wonderful about jumping out into the cold in the morning. One, you can always snuggle back in the blankets for just one more minute. Two, you can reach over and grab your sweatshirt and wear that while you brush your teeth, until you get moving enough to be warm. And tea seems much more practical and needed in chilly weather.

In conclusion: I am crazy. But I like the weather.

Also in conclusion: I don't like Brian Van Gogh. He walks like he's perfect, talks like he's perfect, critiques like he's perfect, has a scholarship, and is favored by most professors.... grr. And he's not perfect.... Emily and Katie are, I feel, a match for him in most areas. Better in some like accessibility and humility. But enough. I'm not bitter, I swear.

Anyways... I'm going warping! Haha. It makes me sound like some evil villain.... warped. Totally warped.