omg my ears itch.

I do not like winter, even though I was born in December. I especially hate it when it's the kind of cold that dips below forty degrees, because that's depressing cold right there.

Yesterday, the high here was about thirty-one. D:

It was so cold I could not bring myself to do anything at all before going to work. It was okay in the house, but knowing that it was cold enough to freeze and/or snow (and it did. Snow, I mean) made me not want to do jack. So I curled up in bed and Pepper crawled in with me, and I watched talk shows and game shows until I got out and got ready for work. It was cozy. I could've stayed in bed all day if I hadn't had to work, and if I'd had a functioning DVD player, 'cause then I would've watched movies all day.

THANK YOU FOR THE CARD, BECKY!!!

...what is up with my subconcious?

The other night, I had a series of dreams. They felt kind of episodic, in that I would wake up periodically and then go back to sleep, and it'd be a whole new thing. So anyway, I don't remember anything from them, except one dream, in which someone was preparing breakfast and they were making the most delicious looking waffles that I have ever seen in my life. There was syrup and honey being pored over them in slo-mo, a nice bit of butter on the side, and whipped cream. I was drooling and thinking, "Oh my God, I cannot wait to get a big bite out of those."

And then my cell phone rang and woke me up.

NOOOOOO. I WANTED SOME OF THOSE DELICIOUS, DELICIOUS WAFFLES.

(I still want some of those waffles. Good Lord.)