So I spent the last ten minutes trying to think of something to post about, so I'll post the pretty pictures of food I took while out to breakfast last weekend.
A sausage quiche.
Fruit salad and a baked item.
My lovely Caffe Americano, the only drink I ever drink anymore.
I went to the Met today. By myself to enjoy being by myself for a while. It hardly looked at any art, I just plopped in random galleries and made myself comfortable like it was my bedroom and read/wrote in my diary/whatnot until I got bored and moved to a different gallery. Cold Blood tonight. I am going to need therapy after these episodes.
EDIT: OH, RORY RORY RORY RORY!! WHY? AMBROSE, the things I could call you if I wasn't trying to keep this a PG rated site...