Happy (Inter)National Coffee Day and other stuff

So in honor of (inter)national coffee day, I added money to my ever-decreasing Starbucks card balance.  I'm so close to gold status--I need that personalized gold card, because that will mean I'm a super important person--I won't give up now.

On a more intellectual note, I've been busy thinking about writing. As far as poetry goes, I'm lacking inspiration (I need some, to the universe: hint hint) I've been considering changing the narrative of one piece (which falls into the category of erotic fiction--no I won't post an excerpt) and proceeding with the other (which is regular fiction).

Lastly, I've been having crazy dreams: drowning, crazy people in a hotel, going back to school, stuck in school, etc. Alright, enough nonsensical rambling for now…if you wanna talk/write me, you know where to find me (either on Google+ or snuggled up with a blanket wearing fluffy socks reading Wilkie Collins' The Moonstone…I wish)

textbook has zero personality

It's funny that the textbook for a Personality theory class happens to have absolutely no personality. It's as dry as a cracker.