Morpheme this!

I have a linguistics quiz tomorrow that's bound to be the hardest one I've taken so far. I also have to write an in-class essay about a story we read in Spanish. I should be preparing for both of these things, but I'm not.

I stayed up until six o'clock this morning writing a short story for my creative writing class and then my professor didn't even mention it today. I would have been mad if I hadn't had so much fun working on it. I flipped on my lamps, lit a candle, drown my bed in lavender linen spray, turned on some mood music, and curled up under a blanket with a pen and a notepad. The days of drafting stories in Microsoft Word are over for me, my friends. Witness the resurgence of the quill and parchment! You know what? I'm more proud of this story than of any of the others that I've written. This is the dawn of a new (old?) era!

And speaking of proud (ok, you had to know that a contrived segue was coming): I have some pictures to share!

This is my Hercules! I think he's beautiful and I love him to bits, I just with he'd eat. Philippe used to shoot to the top of the bowl when I'd walk in the bathroom, but Hercules just ignores me. Must not make comparisons...

Mmm, Bud for the non-drinker! All chocolate and spongy and filled with Cool-Whip! I'm darned proud of these cakes, I wouldn't allow myself to believe that they were actually going to turn out until I'd presented them to Travis. Viola!