Snowbody does it better

I'm chock full of snow sighs today. It's midnight and I have a sleep hangover from laying in bed all day long, completing my to-do list.

One dozen catnaps -- check. Four TBS movies -- check. Pouting over Mother "I'm a slut" Nature's brutal timing -- check.

Now that I'm up and ready to start my day, I think I'll eat some fettucini and read. Work on my thesis. Go outside and take a deep breath. Kick a kitten or two.

Pete dug out my car (and made me a quesadilla, the wonderful man), so I guess I've got no excuse to skip work tomorrow. I'm sure everyone will be up for trudging through 10 inches of snow to buy swimsuits and flip-flops. I'm happy to be a part of something that stays ridiculous for eight months out of the year. Really, I am.