Well, tomorrow is the big day. I am going to attempt to go home. Er....my other home. My old home. Yeah.
I've been stranded here for far too long! Not really that long, but it is extremely depressing to have mountains and mountains of fluffy snow outside and be alone.
Especially when your roommate has lost her mind and gone crazy.
Which...I guess loss of mind is the definition of crazy...
I've been watching Criminal Minds for the past few hours. With random phone call interuptions. Now I am drinking not-so-hot cocoa and putting off cleaning the kitchen. I am so sick of being the one to clean the kitchen.
But it's okay, because the hope of tomorrow looms in the air. And I have an easel. An amazing, perfect easel.
