Scarves and gloves and earrings and stuff like that...

[raven]

So, it is 12.10 pm on this beautiful winter's day.
I still feel like it's morning, but everyone else seems to be up (ahem - snowdrop24, osiris13, even chanandlerbong, who shares my penchant for sleeping into the afternoon).
However, I am fairly proud of myself, because I am not at home. Pedar has a truckload of paperwork to do, and as I wasn't doing anything this morning, he has brought me with him so I can corrupt his computer with my weirdness. We are safely ensconced in the hospital, in truth, it seems he wants company, so he is over to my right drowning in a sea of files, folders, and dictaphones, while I sit here typing this.
I shouldn't forget my gloves. I took them off to type, and I know I'm going to forget them. I'm wearing a scarf and gloves for the first time this year - the fact they are such a wonderful shade of deep red means the school are always deeply offended when I wear them. They actually station an unfortunate teacher outside to make sure no-one is entering the school with two pairs of earrings, (me) oddly coloured gloves and scarf, (me) strange colours in hair (me) or a black coat (everyone). My only consolation is the fact the teacher in question is usually dying of hypothermia by nine am.
So what now?
I think I will go and check my email, not that I will have any as no-one loves me, and think about stuff.
Because that is what I do.