12:54 p.m. | 2005-11-17
I Can't Take My Eyes Off of You
I've shoved way too many caramel apple ciders and hot cocoas and brownies in my face today to feel good about any of it.
I feel plump. And sleepy.
And like I have so much to get done.
Thanksgiving break are you here yet? When will you get here? When you're here will I be bored? Will I sit in bed knitting all morning? Will I be productive? Will I actually write in that novel? Oh boy. Get me out now.
