Mmm.

I think I'm catching a cold. Alright, not really in the process of catching one, but rather I have one that's in the process of getting worse. I hate colds, and I normally don't catch them often which makes the ones I do get all the much worse. *sigh* I need coffee... Mmm--Estima. That makes me feel a bit better. God, I'm a walking cliche. I work at Starbucks, write blogs on my Macbook, am a bit of a starving artist, and listen to indie rock. If it just didn't work so damn well for me, I'd stop just for the total and complete idiocy of the entire situation. But whatever.

I've decided I'm going to stop worrying so much. I never used to worry, but something about falling in love caused me to suddenly start caring about life. Though, that's not to insinuate that I'm going to stop caring about life, I'm just going to stop worrying about it.

I need soup. Tomato soup. Mmmm.