I just got home from work, 30 minutes later than usual. I fell asleep on the train and woke up 10 minutes past my usual stop. With a string of drool hanging from my lip.
That is the kind of day it's been.
I'm Hillary (with two L's!) I would rather read the book than watch the movie. I swoon for acoustic guitars and raspy voices. I spend far too much time chasing naughty pups. I believe that a day without cheese is a very sad day indeed.