F-f-f-freezing

I wish I was in Cabo right now. This picture is from a boat ride my sister and I took during our winter break mini-vacay to Cabo a few years ago. There are these rock formations that I think are called the "arches", but I'm too lazy to look it up. We took this trip in December, and it was a glorious 85ish degrees in Mexico.

But this is Pittsburgh, and it's October, and it's cold. *sad face*

I'm sitting in my dining room, trying to warm my hands over a cup of hot tea. The thing about this scenario is, the mug is so friggin' hot, I can only keep my hands on the mug for like 1 second (2 at most) before my brain kicks in and makes me stop. Too hot! But then my hands are cold again, and etc. Also, warming my hands around a hot cup of tea only really only helps my palms; the dorsal surface of my hands gets no warm lovin'.

Today is a blah, blue, poopy-face day (as in, I can't imagine smiling). I got up early but then did ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. I mean, if I was dead and buried I would have been more productive. Well, maybe that's a bit of hyperbole - I did do my laundry - but only just a tiny bit of hyperbole!! Really, around 11am I think I decided I was taking the day off. From life, apparently. And I've been sitting on this chair doing everything but studying. Like, for instance, I read more of this blog than I care to admit, and shed some sappy tears over the miracle and joy of babies. Sigh, babies.

Why is it so hard to study? And go to the gym? And be a productive member of society?

Why why why why whywhywhywhywhy??




Okay, now my tea is lukewarm (but my hands feel much better). Time to go to the gym and snap out of this nonsense. Sorry for the pathetic post!