Dec. 6th, 2007

mrissa: (winter)
I'm drinking the very last cup of the Really Good Hot Chocolate. I have drunk it. It is gone. If I'm aware that there is No More, Ever, of something like a kind of hot chocolate, I find I'm more likely to enjoy it if I treat it like something ordinary, if I drink it when I want it rather than fussing over whether this is the perfect time. Life has no perfect times, other than the ones we make for ourselves. Drink your cocoa.

I really ought to make candy today, as it is Mikulas. I think if the book goes very well or very poorly there will be layered fudge, and if the book goes very very well or very very poorly there will be [livejournal.com profile] matastas's rum balls as well.

I'm hoping it snows some more, not just because I have a general pro-snow agenda (although all of you know by now that I do) but also because there's enough snow on the driveway that I will have to clear it if we don't get enough more snow that the driveway service will do it. So laziness and aesthetics once again coincide; how convenient.

Right. Book now.
mrissa: (intense)
Strifle.

It's not as bad as all that! It certainly couldn't be called strife! It's merely a strifle!

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