It all looks so different in the dark

I'm blogging right now because I'm scared to go to bed. Which is dumb. Not scared like I think there's a monster under my bed or anything (just a snoring cat), but just because I feel like it's not the right thing to do. I'm listening to the rain pour down in buckets, and I'm simultaneously reeling from memories of wet streets in Allston and scared. to go. to bed. with this. in my brain.

Instead I'll ramble for a bit.

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Okay, that's not happening so much. Here's what's on my agenda for the weekend. I'll leave out the uninteresting parts like events I'm going to. What's really important is waking up tomorrow and finishing The Shack (because I really need to give it back to Nic. I mean, come on, it's been like two months.) in my jammies and fuzzy purple robe. Then warming up a piece of pumpkin loaf from Trader Joe's and enjoying it with a big mug of DD hazelnut coffee. Yes. That is how Saturdays should start.

Then I have actual design work to do. Squeeeeeee! By the way, that is my new favorite word.

Fast forward to Sunday. I am thinking about starting a new blog about my new favorite things, but first have to decide whether the first entry will be about Trader Joe's or the word squee. Difficult decisions.

Which reminds me, I just dropped way too much money on a new pillow, but if I can manage to keep the room from spinning, I will sleep like a baby for the rest of my days. Only, a baby who sleeps. Not one that cries all night. Note to self: think up a better analogy for sleeping well.

I just stared at this thing on my desk for like, two solid minutes wondering what on earth it could be. Granted, it was hiding half under my keyboard, but still, E. It's too small to be a taffy. Too big to be a crumb from aforementioned (second current favorite word, after squee) pumpkin bread. Weird texture. Something the cat dragged in? I was scared to touch it. Caterpillar? Then I realized it was this little tiny shell I brought back from Florida. It probably got kicked around when my monitor fell over tonight. Note to self: stop using the desk as a place to rest feet. Got it.

Today started out weird, and then it got kind of good, and now it's all weird again. I wish it wasn't so cold out. I could really use a walk in the rain right about now. Instead of feeling trapped in my condo, in my room, in a chair in front of a screen. I should have called ___ up. Oh well.

Maybe I just need to get some sleep. Does it really have to be all that scary? Really? I will insert some html and hope that things start to look like themselves again.