Muffin, milk, and History of Love: my three friends tonight! It’s so cold I’m shivering.

Fall semester is coming to an end. 4 more weeks and I’m done volunteering for The Thrift Store. I’m getting really excited for winter break because the books that I want to read and starting to pile up. I just decided to try reading Russian literature. Shame on me who claims to love literature and yet haven’t even read classic Russian novels. Or Fight Club.

By the way, I know I’m not obliged to tell you this, but I haven’t blogged/hopped lately because, well… I’ve stopped writing for an audience. Although I would appreciate readers and feedback, now I’m just writing for myself. I’m free.

I can’t read without writing. I always have to write afterwards. It’s like eating. I need to crap it out. Not all though.

Right, I went to meet my favorite author two days ago, however I want to blog about that later.

Perhaps I should go to sleep now.

I will try to write a short story. Wait for it.