Brrrrr...

It's cold!! Well actually it's 7 degrees out, so it isn't cold really, but I feel cold. It might have something to do with the fact that I have wet hair dripping down my back from my shower, but I just don't want to get up and blow dry it right now. Sunrise at 8:26 this morning, I missed it by 4 minutes. French test in an hour and 10 minutes. yeuch.

Happy birthday Marissa!! I am glad that you are a spoiled child! (and you are too, so don't beat Bradley up too much for his gargantuan present.) We will have teh blast tonight, I promise. I also promise that I will attempt to moderate your drinking. I mean, if you start running away like Sheila does, or say "I've got it covered, I've got it covered" like Alex does, than I will mostly leave you to it (especially since I will be drinking tonight as well.)

Well, the heat turned on, so I now have no excuse not to go downstairs and eat breakfast.

( Do you know that breaking your fast was what they did in the olden days? Why don't we break fast anymore? I mean, it doesn't shorten anything to say "So now I have no excuse not to go down and eat breakfast" rather than "So now I have no excuse not to go down and break my fast." In fact, the latter is more poetic! I mean, breaking your fast makes you sound like Ghandi, eating breakfast just implies that you have slept some of your life away so you might as well celebrate by stuffing yourself full of carbohydrates and bacon grease...)