you might wonder when the day will come

my coffee mug is the warmest thing in my room.

little curls of steam rise from the oily liquid surface, curling around my nose. the heated ceramic makes my fingers tingle- it's the only way to warm them up, or so i've discovered. if i could grip the cup with my feet, bringing warmth to my lowest extremity, i would.

i feel soemthing coming on. i'd like to use the word premonition. but in a non-neagative sense. saturday night is going to be something else.

i painted my nails.

erm....what. theff?