A cold evening, a warm bed. Dr. MLK Jr. Day. Wool socks. A sweatshirt bearing the name of the summer camp I credit for giving me a relentless love of group song-and-dance revelry. Norah Jones faintly murmuring in the background. The first snow of the year.
Torn between the idea of a warm shower (admittedly lazy despite sporting the hairstyle equivalent of a certain zoo species, cockatoo perhaps) and further lounging. Vague plans for Board Game Night, somewhat doubtful as person with whom BGN is planned was under the influence of a significant inhalation of nameless narcotic substance when plans were discussed... a couple hours ago. Not exactly waiting by the phone.
Spent the morning flying high on nitrous oxide during a lengthy dentistry experience. Lots of needles, which I didn't really notice after slipping into absolute bliss with my bright pink gas mask perched cheerily on my nose. Best way to start the day, especially a Monday.
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