I've been sleeping with the window open at night. It creates the perfect sleeping environment: chilly room, warm bed. I sleep hard. Which keeps me hitting that snooze button repeatedly... for more than 45 minutes, typically.
I finally arrived at work at 9:30 am. I managed to not check email every five minutes. That's quite an accomplishment for me. I'm addicted to email. And Twitter. And my blog roll. I love the Internet.
I had lunch with my best friend at City Park. We talked for 2 hours. Typical lunch breaks are 1 hour in length. Oops.
Upon returning to work from the sunny park to my dismal, fluorescent-lit basement office, it dawned on me that my work environment is not doing much to help me fight the blues. Note to self: must take more mini-breaks to walk outside while at work.
Met another friend after work for coffee and chatting. Starbucks has some damn good cinnamon coffee cake, I must say.
Came home, changed into workout gear and commenced to do a variety of crunches, push ups and hip exercises (a la my physical therapist). Did all this while bumpin' the hip hop - what now, loud upstairs neighbors?!?
Cooked dinner. DEE-lish. Red bell pepper stuffed with couscous, feta cheese, toasted almonds, chickpeas and fresh basil and dill. Washed it down with a glass of pinot grigio.
Watched Grey's Anatomy with the roommate, continuing my spring break trend of putting off my research paper. And my theater midterm. What's a girl to do?
Now I'm typing this here blog. Getting sleepy. Glancing over at the bed, the down comforter and the feather pillows, all which beckon me. They win.
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