darn, it’s cold. and it doesn’t help being up at such an ungodly hour. the only company is the counting crows on an old MD compilation, a slightly burnt cheese sandwich, and a glass of cold milk. i really don’t understand why i hate getting into bed, and equally hate getting out of it. i adore napping though. i can live by catnap. mrowr.
fantastic weekend with the cousins. we all need to hang out more often.. it sucked growing up without an extended family, and now its time to catch up. ye-uh!