the thousandth day ever

It is, it seems: the thousandth day ever. Semesters fly, they stall, they crash. I have no idea what time warp I'm in, but seriously, this must be some serious fun I'm having for things to go by like this.

the Decemberists. My inner radio is on repeat, I'm thinking.

My living room smells like sponges and homemade hot-chocolate (not the best mixture)
the colors seem a little gray except for the pile of presents uniformly covered in red paper with tiny snowmen. They add a nice feel to this place.

back to the days of my favorite words.
placate, fiction, glorious, bountiful
conservation, nativity, allocate
lovely.