tedium

Has descended and flopped itself on my desk. I'm barely awake, it's FREAKING COLD, and I hate my bran snacks. But on the plus side, I can listen to my tunes, and try to keep my mind off my crush.

My desk is obscenely neat. I have one pen and one tiny little pad of green stickies out. But at least I have my hula girl. And my damn wrist hurts - too much typing.