Neighbors have lost a LARGE tree. We kind of want to take down one of our trees, so I am torn between hoping one falls, and worrying one will fall ON something. Like, say, the house, which would be bad.

Hiya, Dillo!

We have a number of trees around my apartment complex, but the landlord's been pretty good about taking down the worrisome looking ones. Still, I chose my parking spot with possible tree-fall angles in mind.

We're getting what you're having tomorrow. Right now we're dealing with another snow-rain-ice event. Lovely.

My friend Anny just ordered pizza from a stoner who didn't ask for a name or phone number, and blew off the directions to our rather confusingly located apartment complex. The rain's trying to decide whether to turn into sleet, and it's getting dark.

Who wants to place bets on whether we get the pizza?

No bet.

I kind of feel like eating pizza now, even though I'm still full from lunch, and have just stopped feeling oogy from last night! What is wrong with me?

I just put on some rice to cook, and I'm gonna make stir-fry for dinner. I've got a bunch of vegetables that I need to use today or tomorrow or else they'll get too mushy, so I'm just throwing all of those in the pan with some tofu and sauce and spice stuff.

Wow. The pizza's here.

Sweet. Maybe the stoner has a friend who's your neighbor or something.

Almost any tree in my yard will fall on the house. Do not want.

As far as I know, the only snowplows in Georgia are at the airports. City of Atlanta may have one or two. The DOT salts the bridges and overpasses and crosses its collective fingers. The snow is melting on the streets, but it's going to the 20s tonight. The slush that's out there now will be hell to walk on when it's frozen. I believe I'll stay inside and pray to the electricity gods.

Apparently the stoner's been here often enough that his car knows the way. Yay, 'za!