Hubba hubba

The last time I ate peanut M&Ms before I went to sleep, I had the craziest dream of my life. I have decided to try it again. It's like my own personal hallucinogen. Here I am, crunching on a yellow one as I watch Amy Winehouse on the Grammy's.

I feel like I'm back to square one. Having a common case of the winter blues. They skipped me last year. Maybe they come every other year, so next winter I should be great, right?

Square one: so this is what it feels like. Diet coke, history of Psychology, peanut M&Ms and a cut-off Pacific t-shirt.

I have definitely been reading about too many pregnant ladies.