It is toasty in my apartment this morning. Which feels nice but is deterring me from doing my Pilates tape. It is making me feel all snuggly and like I want a nap. Bad toasty. Bad.

I was so on the right track when I got up at 9... I hopped right out of bed and gathered up my remaining laundry. I had one load that needed to be "fluffed" through the dryer again. It didn't get quite dry enough last night. But it appears that someone else has gotten there before me. Now my towels will not be dry after my shower. This does not make me as grumpy as it might because I always have extra towels. Yet they are not the super-soft fluffy ones that I really like... That is far too much on towels.

My hair and skin are unreasonably dry again. I had seasonal changes in this damn state. They wreck my skin every year. More water please, with a side of lotion. I plan on smearing my body in Vaseline and walking around naked. Like a petroleum jelly doll. Damn semi-arid climate. I can never move to Arizona... Or Texas.

Let me ask you... Do you think an "all martini" diet would yield any positive results? I don't know, it just sounds like more fun than any other diet I've heard of. And yes it is made up. By me and BQ. We don't really think it will work either. Damn the toastiness. I need Pilates. It is too late now though. The tape is 45 minutes long.

I'm not showering this morning. I have to give my poor skin and hair a break. Don't worry. I don't smell.

Sometimes I hate mornings. Like this morning. It feels nice to be up and everything. I'm ready 20 minutes early (I took a little break from you and got dressed). But the rest of my day is going to suck. That's the nature of finals.

I want to put my pretty icicle lights out on the balcony this afternoon. I don't want them to look as crappy as the ones across the street. Those look really bad. I wish it was summer.