I can already feel myself slipping into the beginning stages of hermitry. Who am I kidding, I am well past stage one and into full blown antisocial winter hibernation. My leg hair is grown out, I am eating left overs every night, Aside from Katie and the occasional phone call home I am rarely talking to adults, and my most exciting decision of the day is which sweat pants/ sweatshirt combo I am going to wear for the night. ( The grout-fit has won on numerous occasions). Get ready for a string of want to die of boredom pictures in the next month, because I HATE FEBRUARY!
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