Obla di Obla da!!

Life does go on, right?

And International Coffees are good medicine. They have healing properties. But as is my tendancy with things that are uber-taystee/uber-precious I do my level best to save them. (i.e.: My remnant of cotton candy that has now become a blue rock)
Now in defense of the cotton candy, it was something I'm rarely able to get my hands on and it is a piece of memrobilia from when Jim and I went to the zoo.(there's an anecdote there that makes the cotton candy special) - And being the romantic I am, I'm huge on symbolism and saving things.

HOWEVER,
International Coffees are not at all hard to come by. So what the hell am I doing?? I'm going to have a cup of French Vanilla Cafe.

I'm hard at work on my 'period piece', hoping to get a completed draft before tomorrow afternoon when I meet with Noelle. I can't wait to see her play. She's going to be famous screenwriter, I know it.
I must pound those keys. It's the only way to become a famous author, right? I'll be a best seller, and Jim can leave his much loathed and thankless job to pursuit his own passions(Photography, air brush, trapping).

Oh yeah? Oh yeah!