2 + 9 = 11

I am 29 today, which means I have one year left before I officially step out of the world of “young adulthood.” Until that time, I will make the most of the last year I have to enjoy my 20s.

My muse is long dead and gone, so this entry is going to be brief. If anyone has muse bait that actually works to lure in a lost muse, you are more than welcome to share!

My husband got me a wonderful collection of Edgar Allan Poe's poems and tales. He plopped it in my lap this morning. I love waking up to deranged stories.


The spine was just too awesome to leave out, so I photographed it at an angle.


The ends of the pages are painted in a glossy golden hue. You can't really see it in the picture, but the beautiful shine is there!