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Merry Christmas, folks! I wish you times of reflection and discovery with your loved ones this holiday. May the "eyes of our hearts" be opened, willing the world around us into the peace that passes all understanding.
Merry Christmas, folks! I wish you times of reflection and discovery with your loved ones this holiday. May the "eyes of our hearts" be opened, willing the world around us into the peace that passes all understanding.
currently subsisting on: tofu, gyoza and spinach soup (garlic chicken or veggie broth)
As much balm as challenge,
I get a kick out of webpages that try to secondguess my interest or intentions. Gmail's little "sponsored side links" usually amuse; I remember several email series with Bryan, long before we were dating, that invited me to "Come! Wake up with the SUN!" (solar-powered alarm clocks) while advising, less than surreptitiously, "Are you in love with your best friend? STOP!" (He's Just Not That Into You, later foisted on me by a family member who shall remain nameless. Mom.) An email from Katie M. about meeting for brunch on our trip to Connecticut in January warns me: "Prepare to be shocked." To help deal, it offers a great deal on an "Emotional Toolkit."
One very nice thing about finals at Christmas is that, when tired of studying, one can always gift shop online and feel good about procrastinating. Under this logic, it's taken but a few days for ebay.com, etsy.com, and I to become fast friends.
"The nice thing about going to the gym is that it gives my pajamas a chance to breathe."
Sorry to bother, but this is tres cool. First up for me: Bleak House by Dickens. Been wanting to get my grubby little paws on this sucker ever since Victoria's tour of legal London last January.
Will someone please explain to me why it is sixty degrees and raining in Boston?! How is one to get a Christmas tree in this type of crazy weather? How is one to dance with abandon to the sweet, sweet sounds of Lionel Richie's "Little Drummer Boy"? (Answer: same as always. Take it slow, round out those hips, keep it real cool, sister.) How is one to bake cookies and play Scrabble whilst sipping hot mulled cider?