my battery's inside
I am sitting on my bed with my down comforter and a nice breeze and Sigur Ros and clean clothes and this could very well be the most comfortable I have ever been in my entire life. But wait you ask yourself. Drew sitting on her bed? How is this possible? Can Drew possibly reach her computer from her bed? Do not puzzle over this matter any longer my friends, because the answer comes in the form of my brand new laptop which finally came in the mail. And it is hot. Sexy even. I feel my life may be complete.
Last night I hung out with Chris (of Marti and Chris fame) and Marissa and her cousin Lindsey and we painted a table and discussed the woes of being a music snob. And then Chrissy and I saw Better Than Ezra in Monument Square and they were good, in a toothy, Boy Meets World, early 90s kinda way. And then we had coffee and read the Phoenix, which is always good entertainment, and discussed boys both creepy and not. And then and then and then.
Yesterday I made crème brulée and it came out très good if I may say so. The best part is carmelizing the sugar with a blow torch. Tonight I will feed it to my friends and they will love me forever.
Now Erin is here and she is stroking my computer so I will go.