darjeeling teapot
Today is fucking beautiful. I woke up at seven, which is really uncommon. The weather has been incredibly fickle and wonderful already, starting out as a peaceful snow that looks like powder sprinkled over the grass then switching to quick, cold snow that doesn't stick (and made the sidewalks desolate), and now the sun is out but there are some lingering snowflakes floating around. A coworker of mine just put Naturaliste on and now I can stop listening to music on my computer and study some languages. I found my glasses today, too. Either my eyesight is getting worse, or I've just been too ill to see correctly lately, so I was happy to see them again no matter what the reason. I still can't manage to clean my room, but maybe I'll work up the responsibility to do so later. I've been running in my boredom these days, which I feel really good about. I'm becoming faster and faster each time, so I have to create longer routes that take me to the city (or perfectly far away from it, depending).
I don't know, I'm really feeling good about today. My current concerns are so mild and for the most part, I am enjoying their presence. For instance, I'm trying to figure out what color I want my next tattoo to be; do I want dark blue, turquoise, or red? Very, very pressing matters. All I know is that my breakfast was exactly what I wanted.