You'd better find somebody to love.

Ahhh, winter. The thought of it gives me chills of delight already. I really must be hungry for a change in weather because Canadians don't usually wish for cold weather. Proof I am nuts. But really, I look at that picture of Agathe and wish I was a lumberjack deep inside a forest with only a red plaid coat and a chainsaw to protect me. Then I remember that my winter coat is black, my winter boots are black and pretty much any other winter accoutrement I own is black. Winter pretty much turns me into a goth. Which is better than jean shorts, in my opinion. (So sick of jean shorts!) Perhaps a trip to Marks Work Warehouse (or is it 'Wearhouse'?) is in order...

P.S.: Writing this from my laptop in a hotel room. Move-in is tommorrow. I feel queasy.