Dear Fleur.
Finals are done. Nathan and La are on their way here right now. I just finished painting invitations for a future party. And Paris is brewing in the teapot.
I look like a mess. My hair is frizzy and I'm wearing some hipster Abercrombie sweatshirt. 
Last night we watched "Bright Star" and I was so mean afterwards. That is the meanest I have been in a long time. I fell asleep really early reading Endymion because the whole thing was just too much for me. It was really ridiculous too. I was fighting over a flower printed comforter. And then I had a nightmare in which I could not breathe.
I've mostly been reading Keats all day now. I did wrap one Christmas present, so I haven't managed to procrastinate wholeheartedly. Also, I will probably do some writing. But Lamia is intensely absorbing and addicting. And part of me wants to memorize Ode to a Nightingale, but I really ought to write my own stories and haikus.
I just reminded myself.
Haikus. I am totally supposed to do this thing about haikus.
I should go do that. You know what though? I'm probably just going to end up muttering parts of Endymion under my breath and distract myself.
I am determined to do something productive and drink the majority of this pot of Paris all by myself.