To celebrate it being morning (what? Just go with it.) here’s a really egocentric blog post of things I like. Which was somewhat (or completely) spurred on by how much I love…

1. Goodreads.

I click on Goodreads multiple times day.
Most of those times, I don’t go past the first page,
because most of those times, I don’t actually have anything to do on it.
But I keep doing it anyways.
And every time, my heart swells just a little and whispers,
I love Goodreads.
If I tweeted everytime I thought about loving Goodreads,
no one would follow me anymore.
It’s bad.

Sometimes I open my currently reading,
2014 books,
or to read lists
and just appreciate all the covers for a bit.

…It’s bad.

2. Silver white winters that melt into spring

This is as opposed to Chiberia winters that melt into… another snowstorm. Then melt into… another one. And then rain on a cold Monday. And on, and on, ad nauseum.

(Someone should remind me of this when I’m complaining about my ACs inability to keep up this summer.)

3. Gummy Vitamins

Because there is absolutely no way I would be taking vitamins everyday if it didn’t feel like eating candy at my desk.

4. Books

You might have actually assumed this one earlier.

5. Mondays

KIDDING.

Alright, well clearly it’s genuine writer’s block when I can’t think of anything else I like — or maybe it’s just I can’t think of anything else I like that I can also be clever about. Maybe it’s just genuine pride issues. Either way, it’s Monday, and Monday is being particularly stereo typical today: rain, cold, dull projects, minimal sleep due to an extreme late wake up yesterday, and deadlines all week, both in office and freelance.

And yet, I’m feeling weirdly awake and vaguely positive. I’m not really sure what’s gotten into me, but at least we know it’s not good nutrition or anything crazy like that (unless Cheesie’s is working miracles with their seemingly unhealthy wonderful sandwiches).

Either way, good morning Monday. Have a good day, or at least try not to punch anyone.

You can do that tomorrow when you realize it isn’t Friday yet.