the ticklish spot

I went down to Edinburgh on Friday night, drank a lot of Jack, and had the most fantastic row with Mr D. I don't even remember what it was about, but he just sort of let me yell at him for a while, and then I slept on the couch. In the morning, I crawled back into bed with him and neither of us could remember what I'd been upset about, so we just laughed. He's coming up for Thanksgiving with my parents. I'm a little nervous, I will admit.

It's Raisin Weekend (and I'm still finishing a paper)! In about five hours, I will be drunk.

Also, I woke up to this:

It's my first non-Calfornia snow!