Paint a song for me.

Awaking to a bright and sunny Wednesday morning -despite the nonsensical tantrums of my fan- I began the morning routine of washing up and grabbing the orange juice from the fridge. Drinking from the carton, I picked up my schedule, and with the resonant chimes of the wind chime filling the air around the apartment, I started keying in the many meetings and activities that I have in December. After what felt like forever, I was done. Staring at the calendar in my cell phone, I instantaneously realised that my 3-week vacation is nearly filled to the brim! Dejection sinks in. Somebody refund me my December.