eleven hours and four thousand words later...

.. the bag of banana chips finally sits empty and forlorn on a pile of books and notes. bananacherrywhitechocolatemuffins are in the oven... and this very tired girl is contemplating her navel (or her growing tummy. navel just sounded better... :P).

the housemate just went out for a run... and i've got the apartment to myself for the first time in awhile. sun-setting... the aroma of baking things wafting through the kitchen... and the sounds of the world going past my window...

perfect. i live for moments like these.