a vestige of thought...

I have returned once again to the house in which I lived the first 19 years of my life. It is a good house. I quite like it here, although I would be remiss if I did not acknowledge how much I miss living in a dorm full of girls. I don't really know what to write about, but I am trying to get back into the habit of blogging, and I'm afriad that I will forget if I don't write something.

I am very much craving a good cup of coffee. Over the school year, I admit, I developed quite a fondness for the stuff. Not an addiction, mind you. I am quite capable of functioning without caffeine. Still, I haven't had any coffee since last Wednesday or Thursday, and I would very much like some. There is no coffee-creating machinery in my house, and I am generally too cheap to go somewhere and spend $2-3 on one cup. Therefore, I am suffering through until I get back to campus on Monday where I imagine I will be able to get my hands on some.

There, I have done my blogging duty for the day. I think I shall go eat some ice cream and read my book (The Pilgrim's Progress, currently) while I wait for my beloved roomie to call me and for the series finale of Gilmore Girls to begin.