Wednesday Letters: Roomie

Dear Roommate 

(or more preferably, flatmate because even if we aren't in England, we don't share a room. We share an apartment):

Thank you for making me breakfast yesterday when I woke up late because I failed to set my alarm to wake me up. 

I know that my waking up late delayed your getting in the shower, so I appreciate you making an effort to help me get out the door (and even be to work early). 

Hopefully this won't happen again (fingers are crossed....)

With deepest appreciation,

Emery

Monday Night: Exercise Night

I love a good weekend.

A weekend of relaxing. An extra day where I take a mental health day to recoup. Watching Arsenic and Old Lace with my sister-in-law and niece (I think we're on four years running with this tradition. We all adore Cary Grant.).

And then Monday comes around.

I've found that living in a basement apartment brings me trouble. I used to use the sun as an alarm clock. Currently, I don't see the sun in the morning. It's dark. So mornings are getting a little harder for me to handle.

So... what's on tap this week? Well, I've already landed myself an internship for next semester so it's figuring out 3-4 learning outcomes for that. As well as work, starting my paper, and getting ready for the Witches' night my friends and I are having.

But tonight? Tonight is always spent at the gym with my friend Lucy. We go and we work up a good sweat. Because I need to lose weight. Seriously. I think I'm going to have to post one of these days telling you about my journey/story of losing weight. But I do love gym night. 

Now I should go to bed. Since I'm having trouble waking up and all.