My Face Hurts (but yours is killing me)

My parent's housekeeper either shrank my hoodie in the wash or I gained more weight over the holidays than I even thought. The only thing that leads me to believe it may be the washing machine's fault rather than my insatiable Christmas-time apetite's fault is that the hoodie also seems shorter than before it was washed at my parent's house. Shrinkage or fat gainage? You decide. I've made up my mind.. it's a combination.

I work mainly out of my home and therefore when I wake up, I'm AT the office already (special, huh). This also means that I don't typically rise-and-shine super early. If I do rise early I rarely do the "shine" part. Reason one, I don't often have to wakeup early. And reason two: I fucking hate waking up early. Well that and I really love sleeping. Today I woke at 5:30 with the pesky urge to urinate. When I returned to bed I couldn't fall back to sleep. After rolling around in bed with my thoughts for a while I decided to just rise, but not shine of course. The sun was taking care of the shine part, which seems rare lately. I looked out the window and thought it was a really bright UFO it looked so foreign in the sky. Damn winter.

So anyway, cinnamon rolls from Ann Sather seemed like a better plan than fighting my way back to slumber.

**side note: Am I surprised my hoodie feels tight!?**

I put some clothes on and walked down the road headed for my destination of tastiness . About 2 blocks into the trek I started to think this was a bad idea when a bank clock read that the current temperature was 0 degrees. No wonder my EYEBALLS hurt. Come to find out on the radio a few minutes later the wind chill was negative 10. I made it to my cinnamon rolls and my nose hairs thawed back out (that part isn't a joke, the inside of my nose became icey).

Now I'm chillin' at a coffee shop across the street from my breakfast. I figured I can get some work done from here without any of the distractions of my living room and let's be real- I'm scared to walk back home until it warms up (ie- JUNE). Since I have a few months before that happens I had some time to blog, so.. 'ello gov'na!

I bet I'm the only person in Caribou Coffee listening to Christian praise music on his headphones right now. I love a good inspirational Christian jam.

So with that, I bid you farewell.

"Shout to the Lord all the Earth let us sing.."
M.db