I hate snow.
I know, I know...I'm like pretty much the only one.
But my hatred is for real.
My roommate commented yesterday how well I was doing,
because I was not in tears.
life goes on, I suppose.
[the transition to the fall/winter school bag]
[beautiful roommate begins a new masterpiece]
dinner with a long lost friend
[I'm making curry, what else?]
and a gym visit.