Ah, my part of the country. The weather is, characteristically, undefinable. A couple of days ago it was over sixty and sunny, and I wore shorts. Today, it is raining/snowing/icing, and I’ve slipped in it twice.
The only poor thing about this weather is the fact that I don’t want to move. I’ve already walked around in it a bunch, and it is MISERABLE. I would love to curl up in bed with a cup of cocoa, and, most likely, my Chekhov homework, with some good music, and RELAX.
Actually today would probably consist of getting my life together, regarding school/rehearsals/Valentines/life in general. That would be amazing. Most of the time I feel like if I had a little more time to get my affairs in order, I’d be a lot less stressed. The truth in that statement? Debatable.