Glance, glance, memorize, skim

Exam season?

Sharing?

The semester started with a pair of unfamiliar and almost curious, American Eagle jeans sitting atop my unsuspecting bed. 

I had a hunch they belonged to my room mate, Michelle -- I was right.

The semester ended with Michelle's entire person sitting, very comfortably, on my bed.

I didn't need any hunches for that. 

Prickles and Sweatshirts.

Missing my sunny (and warm) backyard:

...But I don't mind Boone all that much.

Peeling skin, junior mints, sunny skies, and leg warmers. 

All potentially promising ingredients for a mental health day, with the exception of "peeling skin".

A walk to Espresso News, fill up on caffeine, and glance over a fictional sentence or two. 

I think I'll end the day with a good homemade meal, nothing beats the satisfaction and taste of food prepared (properly) with a pair of hands.