Is It Yesterday Yet?

Spent my Saturday morning at the library....  This library to be precise.

 Only - with color.

I honestly felt like the only person in the world.  I love the smell of McIntyre Library.  To be quite frank, it sometimes makes me sneeze, but the musty smell of books and old carpets is just heaven.  I love walking through the aisles and looking up on each side of me at the books I can't even reach.  And then, when I have finally found the sections of call numbers that I'm looking for, I can just grab books off the shelf willy-nilly and find everything I've ever wanted.

The Tempest.  That's what I got to spend my time researching.  And research, in it's preliminary stages, is just fantastic.  I love flipping through books and making stacks around myself so that no matter how hard anyone tries, they would not be able to get around me.  Not of course, that anyone has ever tried - like I said, Saturday mornings on the fourth floor of the library is like living on Mars.

Then I missed the most beautiful day we've had all month because I was stuck inside watching movies.  Okay, that might sound like a good thing until I say it was four hours and forty five minutes of horror movies.  Still sound like a good thing?  Yeah.  I know, so it probably would have been a good thing.  But I was freaking out internally about the research situation and then I had to work by 5:30 and then the day was gone because of daylight savings.  I miss the sun.

I've been thinking about mashed potatoes a lot recently.  Do you think that maybe my mind is on Thanksgiving?  Well it's not.  It's on mashed potatoes.  Home is awesome too... but somehow those creamy, steamy, lovely mashed potatoes make me want to diet all week and eat mashed potatoes all day  Thursday.  I could pretty much skip everything else.  Just mashed potatoes.

And maybe some pie.

And of course my fuzzy fix.  The stupid dude below.

This monster is mine!