Fifteen minute breaks never felt so good. It's hard to get back into the swing of things after a long weekend, but I'm managing. I have good feelings for this year. I don't know how to explain them exactly - I don't have high expectations, I'm not putting money on anything, I just feel good about 2006 (although, so far no year has mached the fall of '04 when I had four months of pure joy or winter/spring of '01 with the townhouses).

I've been nostalgic as of late and I blame the weather. Some girl walked past me today and she must have been using Aussie hair conditioning. I used the same kind for the whole of 2nd semester my sophmore year (see previous awesome year annotation). The smell and the fact that it's rather slushy outside brought me back to living in the cloister, the townhouses just 50 feet away, and the gianormous tacky chair in the living room. Ever since leaving California, whether has reaked emotional havoc on my mental clock. It's strange how much coloring, temperature, smells and feelings can mess with your inner calendar.

Okay - break's over. Back to the phone calls. I heart contractors.