In the mood for Indian food.

We did it! Thirty (or more) posts in thirty days! I'd like to thank the creators of the computer, which provided us the ability to spend countless hours enslaved in front of machines without possibly forfeiting a finger or leg or child (yay post-industrial times!). And now, the after party!

Sin numeros.

List of things to do tonight:
Pick up pizza.
Meet Todd at house.
Eat pizza.
Attend first UofL sports event (other than hockey) in undergraduate career.
Try not to freeze ass off.
Return to domicile.
Do Spanish.
Cuddle (boy or dog, perhaps both).

Exposure.

At the end of this experiment, I don't feel as if I've accomplished anything. I haven't been able to write out any of the ideas that were bouncing around in my head. Just a mildly frantic ten or fifteen minutes at the end of every night trying to tap something out before bed. I miss my camera. Or at least having the money to develop anything. And the feel of its plastic casing in my hands, smell of film. Beep of auto focus. Shutter click. I forgot how different things can be when you're looking for new perspectives. I'm out of practice.

Study food.

Exam tomorrow
Is there anything to eat?
I could use a snack.

He doesn't believe in Jesus.

Mmmm, food. That thing I'm currently lacking. And will continue to lack as I browse dog beds for Lucius for Christmas. Not that he doesn't have any room on mine, which he routinely takes over. Did I mention that he cuddled me from one side of the bed to the other a few nights ago? That takes talent. It also made me realize how much more comfortable the side I don't sleep on is. I wonder if Santa flips mattresses.

No, I don't know where.

I think there are only two days of class left. Make that three. In which case I have a lot of studying to do. Oh, Spanish. How I love you, yet you pain me. One more Spanish class next semester and I'm finished with my undergrad. Then grad school. Yay!!

She doesn't really have a hunch.

The day will be full of activities involving boys (and girl) from out of town, so here's a shot of my grandmother's backyard, and one of my grandmother finishing up the tree we worked on all day. Some of the ornaments are over 40 years old.