I went in yesterday and just don't want to deal with ice and cold today. So I am home.
I came in to work (I should have taken yesterday like I contemplated). It is wicked cold due to the wind, but my car was surprisingly easy to semi-de-ice this morning, and the main roads and commuter rail lot weren't bad. If only these gail force winds would depart the way of the precipitation, it wouldn't be that bad out.
I just feel bad for anyone who was parked overnight in more than an inch or two of slush, because there car is pretty much just going to work as an object d'art without a blowtorch and/or a jackhammer.
Matt, you haven't eaten peanut butter lately, have you?
Buffistas, check your pantries!
Oh, Matt, I hope you feel better, soon.
Poor little Julia
threw up
at 5:00am. Yesterday, it was near 1:00am. I don't think she has a
stomach virus.
I think she's got the stupid fever virus her brothers had, and her temp is spiking in the night, because she never
threw
during the day, yesterday.
Heh. That's especially funny because she's doing so well up to that point and then she just completely spazzes it.
Apparently it's a professional hazard, like a knee going out. But I heard that that night's performance went downhill from there.
Buffistas, check your pantries!
I read this as "Check your PANTIES", and I was very confused by the story.
Note to self: consider your audience when labeling your links.
t /need more coffee
Who'm I kidding? That tag never closes.
I read this as "Check your PANTIES", and I was very confused by the story.
The fact that the post itself didn't you confuse you says....something.
I read this as "Check your PANTIES", and I was very confused by the story.
I knew I wasn't the only one....
I was all worried that I was late, thanks to the usual shenanigans with my train, but I got here, and hardly anyone was here yet! We've got a few out sick, suburbanites running late, etc., etc. Phew.
Uhg. Uhg. UHG.
can I say UHG?!
I think I may know how I'm spending my tax return.
So. Despite all the good work I did shovelling snow yesterday, the warm temps that accompanied the storm? Melted stuff. And then it got really really cold. Really Really COLD. There was ice under my tires. You know what that means, right? Two sheets of cardboard and a neighbor shoving as I rocked the car got it out. HOWEVER. I think the clutch didn't like it. It was really mushy (I've had a clutch blow before, I know what it feels like as it is going. There's also this smell.) It tightened up on the way to work, but I have a bad feeling about this.
Fuck. Fucking FUCKITYFUCKFUCKFUCK.
I fucking hate winter. HATE.
