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Finished a paper today. Read a book today. It has been snowing all day, without accumulation, which leads me to believe that there must be ice on the road. While reading, I heard a truck drive by. By the way I imagine the driver was pressing the accelerator, it seems like there may be ice on the road. There was an "unsureness," a pausing-and-going taking place. Sounds like ice. I'm too comfortable to go check to see if there is, indeed, ice.
And I must stop drinking Egg Nog. It's pretty much all I had today. I highly recommend this Nog, though. It is made by Southern Comfort and has vanilla spice (that's what the carton says). Add cinnamon, and when you take your first sip, you'll feel like you're trespassing or being watched in security cameras, because it feels like something so delicious must be paid for through brutal punishment. I get all Charlie-and-the-Chocolate-Factory paranoid when I drink it.
Tomorrow, after work, I will be bake-happy into the tiny hours. I'm making Apple Crisp, an intensely chocolatey chocolate cake, and cucumber sandwiches. There will be over twenty people at my parents' place. Games will take place and so will wine.
I made myself a special necklace for Thanksgiving. During this upcoming break, I will have more time to make jewelry, read what I want, spend time with old friends (Jenn, Larissa, Sadie?), and pursue an interesting project with Len that I will not go into details with quite yet. And perhaps write a story that has been on my mind lately.