Let me tell you why.
First thing this morning: scheduled "court" appearance. [I'll have you know, I'm a very good driver. No Ohio tickets to date.] "Court" actually turned out to be a big room with a bunch of round tables and three 'judges' sitting with their computers. I was in trouble with the city of Macedonia. They said I owed them taxes when I didn't, in fact, live there. I was really worried, but I shouldn't have been. I just knew if they asked for money, I wouldn't have any to give them! Ha. Turns out, they had an incorrect social security number for me, and that made them suspicious. So I didn't owe them anything and was on my way within half an hour! Lucky me.
Second amazingness: the first snow. Magical. Huge, puffy clumps. I LOVE the first snow. And now I'm really excited for the first "waking-up-to-a-world-of-white" snow. Oh, delicious! I feel seven all over again. I really do love winter.
Third fantastic slice: getting to open up all the new holiday merchandise at Starbucks. So, so exciting. Gets me all warm and fuzzy inside.
Fourth warm fuzzy: two [FREE] Christmas CDs. BeBe Winans. Not his biggest fan, but he does Christmas music justice. And the other is an Elton John & Friends CD. So fun. Flaming Lips. Rufus Wainwright. U2. Joss Stone. Hooray!
Last yummy news: my friend's gonna try to make my computer healthier. He's coming over soon to back everything up on his external hardrive. Then he's gonna do some stuff to it and ... make it... better. Don't ask what he's doing; I don't know. But it's going to be so superb.
Oh yeah! I almost forgot! One more fetch happening: I started a new book [bought for me by my dears, Ryan and Holly- thank you!] called "The Artist's Way: A Spiritual Path to Higher Creativity." Good so far! Quote! "Many of us wish we were more creative. Many of us sense we ARE more creative, but unable to effectively tap that creativity. Our dreams elude us. Our lives feel somehow flat. Often, we have great ideas, wonderful dreams, but are unable to actualize them for ourselves." More to come, I'm sure...
Peace out, homes.
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