Brain dump of sorts
Creepy note: Last night/this morning at 2:00, some random person was knocking on our door for 5+ minutes. I thought maybe Hannah was expecting someone (at two a.m.? Unlikely), but it turns out she thought she might have been dreaming it or something, but no, it really happened. No leads. Kinda unnerved. Am glad we both use the deadbolt at night. Bike is still on back porch.
Oh my goodness I forgot to tell you I got a bike! It is awesome! I must take pictures. But it is safely locked on the back porch where it is relatively safe from the elements and has yet to be broken into or anything. I haven't had a chance to ride it at all, though, because the weather sucks. All the more reason to get out of stupid winter, stupid winter! I shake my fist at thee!
I should probably attempt to write out all the other Christmas gifts I received for thank-you note purposes (which probably should already be written, but I am the definition of terrible with thank-you notes, or any kind of correspondence for that matter), but I am lazy and will save it for tomorrow.
After all, I am already up nearly three hours later than I've been going to sleep recently. Stupid alarm clock chirping at me at six in the morning.
So yeah. Um... there was a purpose to starting this post, and it wasn't the creepy knocking. Oh yes. Valentine's day. So... it's mid January. And the day of chocolate overindulgence in barely 30 days away. This is a moping paragraph. There shall be a moping post on the 14th of February. Unless there is a miracle of some sort, in which case i will be very grateful, but also very surprised. I shall try to keep chick-flick watching to a minimum, and erotic literature reading high. Because nothing says boyfriend surrogate like hot man sex. Don't I know it.
P.S. Sherlock Holmes = sexy.
Oh my goodness I forgot to tell you I got a bike! It is awesome! I must take pictures. But it is safely locked on the back porch where it is relatively safe from the elements and has yet to be broken into or anything. I haven't had a chance to ride it at all, though, because the weather sucks. All the more reason to get out of stupid winter, stupid winter! I shake my fist at thee!
I should probably attempt to write out all the other Christmas gifts I received for thank-you note purposes (which probably should already be written, but I am the definition of terrible with thank-you notes, or any kind of correspondence for that matter), but I am lazy and will save it for tomorrow.
After all, I am already up nearly three hours later than I've been going to sleep recently. Stupid alarm clock chirping at me at six in the morning.
So yeah. Um... there was a purpose to starting this post, and it wasn't the creepy knocking. Oh yes. Valentine's day. So... it's mid January. And the day of chocolate overindulgence in barely 30 days away. This is a moping paragraph. There shall be a moping post on the 14th of February. Unless there is a miracle of some sort, in which case i will be very grateful, but also very surprised. I shall try to keep chick-flick watching to a minimum, and erotic literature reading high. Because nothing says boyfriend surrogate like hot man sex. Don't I know it.
P.S. Sherlock Holmes = sexy.