I think my hair is my Anti-Victim Device. I can never be properly business formal with it.

I like the black and cream idea! I have a Ann Taylor Loft gift card and a discounty-thingy around here somewhere. My one cream skirt is a little pencillish for business formal, so maybe I can hook myself up.

For some interview after tomorrow's should I ever have to have one.

I sproined my grain. Groined my sprain. Sprained my groin. Putting on a body triangle.

Sprained it yesterday, then compressed, iced, and rested it. For no apparent reason I decided to teach yellow belts a switch round kick today ("What level were you teaching, ita?" "Level me?"), and since my test kick went fine, I figured no prob.

FUTHERMOCKER. Serves my stupid self right. There will be ice with me in bed tonight. Happy Valentine's indeed.

Sara--I totally thought that about The Unit too. Weird choice of music. The singing character was hot for the first time too.

Okay, off to ice my groin.

Note to self: icing the groin kills Natter right dead.

School is open today, but on a 90 minute delay. Scott's working from home, so I guess we're sending them. Our street is trecherous. The other roads better be better or I might just focus my whole month's worth of frustration on the administration, in the complainiest e-mail ever sent.

I just realized that my pants are a little too long for these boots, but I can't deal with wearing heels today, but now I realize the bottoms of my pants are likely to get in the slush. Oh -- maybe there's no slush anymore since it's only 17 degrees (weather shoutout to Nilly!). Wish me luck!

Note to self: icing the groin kills Natter right dead.

I'd say that Buffistas east of, say, NEVADA are dealing with iced groins whether they want to or not.

APPLY DIRECTLY TO THE GROIN
APPLY DIRECTLY TO THE GROIN
APPLY DIRECTLY TO THE GROIN

I went in yesterday and just don't want to deal with ice and cold today. So I am home.

Ugh, I would not recommend racing to the bathroom to throw up as a way to start the morning. Either I paid way too much money for some bad scallops last night, or I'm coming down with the stomach flu that our desktop publishing manager has been home with the past two days.

I hope it's whatever will be over quickest.

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!