Worst. Week. Ever.

I am in the world's crabbiest mood ever today. It's coming to the end of a very long, very crabby week. I either need some more sleep or some more sex.

Or both. Both would be nice.

Study break

Sometimes I will make an entire batch of cookies, flash-freeze them on a cookie sheet in the freezer, and pack them into a ziplock container with a label that says: 475-degrees. 9-11 min. yum.



Of course, I always have to bake a few in the oven to eat right away.



Yum, indeed.

My life for the next 2 months:

Studying for the Series 7 rocks. Try not to be too jealous.

Welcome back to Siberia

Last week Bryce and I took a lovely little 5-day trip down to Venice, Florida to visit his Grandparents for his birthday. What a horrible idea.

This was me, one week ago:


Florida officially ruined me for winter. I am ruined! What is this "winter" thing all about? The the hell is the deal with the cold and the snow? What happened to the 70-degrees, the sunshine, the warm breezes?

Here is the view from my office window this morning:


What the fuck, man?