raindrops beating down on windowpanes

It's yet another rainy day. Triumphantly, all 3 original French episodes of the Taxi series in their entireties were really quite entertaining...Not that the English version on the big screen was in any way a let-down - it wasn't, especially not with Gisele B. hotting up the screen!...Just that the French ones were interestingly different...Such a pleasure to be watching show after show over the past days in this gloomy weather. :)

I've finally gotten down to my book after much procrastination. Towering over my 2 new reads, and armed with a box of kleenex, I'm finally settled and nicely snuggled under my beige-y chinois duvet. I know I should have commenced with "The 5 men you meet in heaven"...Nonetheless, "Empress Orchid" and "The Devil Wears Prada" were beckoning, and conclusively I succumbed to the latter. Well, how could I not? In my groggy stupor no less, I'm thinking. I suppose I'm one of those who always manage to turn anything however black into everything stark white someway somehow. Right, wrong, maybe? Whatever. :)

It's an oh-so-perfect day...to wrap myself up comfortably in bed...with a lovely chic(k) read in one hand whilst holding onto a mug of freshly brewed green tea with the other...and voila, I've single-handedly bulldozed my way past 5 chapters of "The Devil Wears Prada"...it's just all addictively graduating into more excitement... :) The best bit? When exhaustion begins to set in slowly but surely, I simply have to reach an arm out to turn off the little glow illuminating the congregated alphabets of my novel, and off I go...*yawn*