Eggnog

Yes, right now I am enjoying Pike Place roast with genuine Braum's eggnog in it. It is nothing short of heaven. How could I achieve such a glorious brew? Through the miracle of deep freezes. Now my one solace in the winter months is comforting me in this warm weather.
It sounds dumb, but eggnog is one of those things that always brings back memories for me, my nostalgia if you will. So, speaking of being nostalgic, we're packing and getting ready to move, and it's weird to look at everything around us and know that it'll be out of our lives in a few weeks. A full quarter of my life has been spent living in this city, wrapped in this Nazarene bubble. Laura and I haven't known each other while living anywhere else, and now we're leaving this all behind to go someplace new.
I can't wait.

On mute

Now that I'm back from the Crawfish Boil and Pickle has left town, I have to come back to reality. I feel like that scene in Fight Club, where they've really started up the club and Ed Norton has to go back to work. He says that it sounds like someone has just turned the volume down on life around him. That's where I'm at right now.

In other news, Laura and I are for sure buying a house. They're doing repairs right now, and we close on the 30th. It is at once the most exciting and terrifying thing we've done since getting married.

What really matters

Here I am, nine o'clock the night before an exam that is definitely going to rock my world. I've already been beaten down by two other tests this week, and yet I can't make myself study for tomorrow. I should be scared. I should be stressed. But I'm not. You know why?

Crawfish Boil

Yesterday we had inspections on what may be our future home. There were some pretty ridiculous things wrong, and they probably won't fix them, which means we'll have to start this process over yet again. I should be sad. I should be disheartened. But I'm not. You know why?

Crawfish Boil