It's snowing outside my window, which isn't anything new anymore (this is the fourth or fifth time it's snowed this month alone), but it looks very peaceful right now....probably because I don't actually have to go outside and walk to a boring class at this moment. I'm torn between making a cup of hot chocolate and sitting on the bench outside the main entrance, just letting the snow grow deeper around me, and curling up in my fleece blanket and going to bed.

My brit lit paper's finished, Colin Hay is playing on the computer, and I'm too cosy to walk down (and back up) four flights of stairs. I'll see you in the morning, as in the one with actual sunshine instead of safety lights reflecting off the snow.