Four days ago I tried to write a nice little happy post to publish on my blog. You know, for new year's and all. But let's face it that was not going to happen. I thought maybe I could start the year off with a post and hopefully upgrade to making daily installations here in blogland. Nope. That poor ambition didn't have a chance. I'm sure all of you could have told me that from the beginning, couldn't you? Ah well. So much for that notion. On to other things...
Classes started up at good ol' WSU this past Monday. I'm taking sociology, short story writing, Latin 2, and literary study. Woo-hoo! Some of the short stories may venture on here a time or two. Other than that you probably won't here much more about school from me. Not unless something interesting and nonacademic happens. Then I will attempt to share the tale of some entertaining college mishap.
Nothing much has been going on at the cafe lately. At least no bloodshed or fire. The eleventh we have to take inventory. It starts at 6 a.m. As discouraging as that sounds, it does mean I get to come home earlier in the afternoon so it shouldn't be all that bad. Plus I get to bust out what has been affectionately deemed my "camel coat." Most people have seen it at least once. I wore it most of last winter and the winter before that. It's a huge tan furry thing that appears to eat me alive whenever I wear it. It's the hood that earns it the name though. The hood on this coat is oversized and floppy. One of those that when you put it on your head vanishes. It just gets sucked into the mass of fuzziness along with the rest of your torso. Why am I recounting the idiosyncrasies of said monstrous coat? Because the majority of our inventory is in the freezer. By golly I may not look cute, but I will be warm.
Aside from that there's not much left to say really...
