The nice thing about being deprived of your laptop for an entire weekend is that you find all these nice surprises on your f-list. Sorry about commenting a little after the fact on some of your entries. Anyway, I was in Carmel for the start of spring break. Usually I'm in Connecticut during this time. I basically spent it divided between a novel and working on painting. Of course I did your usual beach pleasantries and all the rest. It was, after all, Carmel. Mostly I painted though. Now I have to get back to all my homework too. Yuck.
My sleep schedule was all off on Sunday. I woke up at about 4 AM and took a walk down to the beach. It was still slightly dark out. I was the only one there. The sand was so cold it felt like walking on freezing metal. I had to sit down just to save my poor feet. It was probably one of the most out of it experiences I've ever had. I swear the entire time I was talking to myself. I might still have been feeling the effects of the aptly named B-52 coffee I had the night before . . .well only hours before actually. I'm trying to think of all the liquers that went in that thing. Gran Marnier, Kahluah, Bailey's, Schnapps, and one other I can't remember. It was pretty strong, but it was good. I had tempura goat cheese with it too, which sounds very strange, but is really delicious.
I'm home early now, I have the house to myself until Friday. I'll probably attempt to get all sorts of work done and then fail miserably.
to whom it may concern . . .pizza and garlic bread tonight, YAY!