listening to Queen is like listening to a Broadway musical soundtrack, except for making a lot less sense
I still have not fallen asleep. Since 1. Darn. In case you were wondering, nothing very interesting has happened since my last post three hours ago. I read a few hundred pages more in Memoirs of a Geisha. I thought about cleaning my room, but didn't. I ate a biscotti.
I wonder how much snow there is outside. SOMEBODY come over today and make snowmen with me. And snow angels. And sled down The Hill. And hot chocolate! And all of those wintery things that eight-year-olds do!
Mm, hot chocolate. I want hot chocolate now. Last night I tried making hot cocoa, but instead of teaspoons of cocoa I put in tablespoons, because I am illiterate, so it did not come out quite right. I don't even like hot cocoa - it is better with chocolate. And luckily I have chocolate in the house! Oh my gosh... I just remembered... this is exciting.
Ooh, I changed my icon. Whatnow.
I wonder how much snow there is outside. SOMEBODY come over today and make snowmen with me. And snow angels. And sled down The Hill. And hot chocolate! And all of those wintery things that eight-year-olds do!
Mm, hot chocolate. I want hot chocolate now. Last night I tried making hot cocoa, but instead of teaspoons of cocoa I put in tablespoons, because I am illiterate, so it did not come out quite right. I don't even like hot cocoa - it is better with chocolate. And luckily I have chocolate in the house! Oh my gosh... I just remembered... this is exciting.
Ooh, I changed my icon. Whatnow.