Nougat Mail

I just ate a piece of almond nougat that my mom got at some middle eastern store: texture was awesome, taste left something to be desired--> hints of jasmine and rose water, they have no place in candy.

I have been working on a fiendish poli sci paper all day. Let me give you a visualization: Me, hair in loose pony tail, yellow snowflake jammies, complexion of Jessica Tandy (cira Driving Miss Daisy). I have not uttered one word all day, which I'd like to label as "liberating", but I will chalk it up to my hermit-like eXistenZ. All I do is check my mail and procrastinate, a deadly combo. Take in mind that I am still smiling, despite all this and the snow.