Nov 24, 2013 09:25
I can't really taste anything, other than a little morning mouth, I guess.
I can hear the heater running as well as the wind tossing the branches around outside. Not excited to go out there for yoga this morning.
I feel cinnamon bun toasty warm in my bed, except for my arms which are getting cold from typing. Also I feel like I really have to pee, which is warring with my toasty warmness.
I can see mostly the ceiling, my laptop and my knees under the blankets. A little bit I can see the two Cavashawn posters I have up over my dresser and my towel where it's draped over the radiator with my sports bra on top, where I set it to dry out when I came home from the gym Friday.
Oh, now I can hear my cat whining to go upstairs. Tough shit cat, I'm not moving yet.
It smells cold, which my phone is telling me it's in the 20s outside, so not unreasonable. I have a candle on my bedside table that smells like "Tahitian vanilla, spun sugar and coconut cream." There's also a reed diffuser on my mantle that smells like something weird. Oatmeal Rice Milk or something, I can't be assed to get out of bed and check.