Snow. It's April. Kill joy.

What's up with the snow?
The joys of spring break for hundreds of people have been shattered.

Brett and I got a place. Finally. Pictures soon.

Leah got married a few weeks ago. Congrats Leah and Andrew. Two down, one to go. Kidding.

MRI revealed nothing exciting. I have angry nerves. (This explains the pain I've been feeling.)

I've discovered that drinking a soothing warm beverage before sleeping helps me relax. Except tonight... Thus, the early morning blogging.

I need a hobby. Or just a job. But the employment area is lacking, proving to be unkind. Kill joy. Like snow in April.

I just realized I don't know my address. Goal of the day: Learn address. Aaaannnnd learn to cook something. I had forgotten what a bad cook I was the other night when I messed up dessert. I then realized that years down the road, YEARS, I'll be cooking for my kids. But what will I cook if I don't know how to cook anything? This means cooking lessons from Brett. Which means patience on his part. :)

I've been sick for a few days. My cough sounds like a projection from a goose.

I keep feeling like I should have given Dear John another chance. It had such potential. If only.