*after her
first accomplishment of the new year, is feeling none too grand* *beat the living hell of of a robot or ten to relieve frustration, so has bloody knuckles, but thats no worry*
*sitting outside, next to the door leading into the kitchen/cafe, reading*
*shivering, but she thought to put on some fuzzy earmuffs at least*
*to herself* ...This book isn't hardly as interesting the second time around, but I'm running out of romance novels that actually look good.