So I am sitting on my porch, in only a tank top and juicy sweats, writing my thesis, which ironically contemplates the consequences of global warming. Hmm, too bad individual narratives won't fly for an honors thesis. I could write an entire paper on the negative impacts on the fashion catwalk taking place on the sidewalk in front of my house: people with flip flops and North Face vests, t-shirts and uggs, almost as if their tops and bottoms are experiencing different seasons.

Another good thing about writing outside, besides observing the effects my subject has on my peers, is that it forces me to actaully write. (Notice how I don't specify what), but I can't partake in my usual procrastination ritual of eating my entire refridgerator content. I guess there's an upside to everything.