The extend of my day? Writing up note cards for 5 hours at a trendy coffee shop. Listening to trendy people talk about literature and the like at the trendy coffee shop. Wait, does this make me semi-trendy?

This is the extend of my night…writing up note cards, listening to the rain, and listening to pandora play the same songs over and over again. le sigh. Total untrendy-ness. 

Also, somebody rang my doorbell about 15 minutes ago.  I was frightened, so I did not want to see who it was. Then, it rang again! I used my nifty walkie-talkie doorbell thing to ask who it was- it was the pizzaman! Wrong house, pizzaman!