“Don’t put your food in the dead cat box!”

—things I never thought I would say. (One of my roommates works at a veterinary clinic, and is using the boxes they put dead animals in to pack with…I object.)

I’ve reached the level of exam-unpreparedness wherein, while I was standing outside smoking, I briefly considered how “great” it would be if I were non-fatally stabbed so I would have an excuse for missing the exam.

New lows, everyone, I find them every day.

After a particularly distressing midterm, my roommate sent me the following text…

KC: That sucks, girl. Drink some tea. If you like mojito tea I have some in the bottom part of my left drawer that you are welcome to drink. And if you require the magical healing powers of the Snuggie in addition to your jammies, feel absolutely free to use mine.

She had her tonsils out recently, and to speed up her recovery, bought herself and her dog matching Snuggies. It has unquestioned powers. And now I am allowed to wear it too! So blessed~

P.S. I am completely tickled that my use of the word jammies has spread to my inner circle of friends! I started using jammies after many many people mocked the way I said pajamas (it’s pah-jah-mahs, this isn’t the deep south, sorry I don’t say pa-jamm-ehs or whatever)…other words I apparently pronounce “weirdly” include corduroy and envelope. This has gone really off track, I’m overtired and stressed. Anyway my roommates are lovely.

My roommates and I painted our nails together.

The same colour.

14 degrees, cloudy, chance of rain. One of those great fall days where it’s just pretend-fall. Movie-fall. Not really that cold, but with a little chill in the air so you can get excited that the seasons are changing. Cool enough for a sweater, warm enough for shorts, lazy enough for wooly socks. Keeping the windows open. Sunrise breakfast with my best bitch (who happens to live on the top floor of a ballin’ skyscraper downtown, so it was a beautiful view) just ‘cause we were both awake. Laundry, green tea, homework. Listening to my roommate play her ukulele softly in her bedroom.

Some days it’s the stupid little everyday life stuff that puts the biggest smile on my face.