back in black

ah yes, after a nice long hiatus i'm back. i suddenly remembered how much i missed writing, so i'm going to try my hand at it again.
i've spent the week at my parents' house in madison, wis., working for a few hours during the day and indulging myself the rest of the time (new shoes, check; new bag, check check; lots of ice cream, check aaaaaand check). the break has been nice, and since my brain is a little fried as of late i have come to rely on my old habit: those stupid clueless books.
i have written about this dirty secret of mine before, and i embrace my indulgence with pride. well, as much pride as i can muster reading an entire series of books about makeovers and teen millionaires. there are other books stacked up next to my bed: everything is illuminated (the movie was fantastic and i adored extremely loud and incredibly close); white noise; confessions of a shopaholic (what?! how did that get in there?), but alas, a vacation is a vacation, and one shouldn't feel guilty for wallowing in some junk every once in a while, right? after all, when you are trapped in the house by five inches of snow in mid-april, it's time for a treat. girl scout cookies, some new music from a friend, lots and lots of coffee and a good old girly book... it just doesn't get any better than that.