I went to my parents' and shovelled a lot, in possibly the most inefficient way. Like, I cleared a whole path in front of their house, but then the neighbor with the snowblower (a) blew snow all over it (due to the wind) and (b) did a much bigger path after me. So I was tired AND not really helping.

And I was super excited that the supermarket was open when I walked by on my way there, but then it was closed on my way home. Sadface. So I still don't have any bacon, and no cooking plans for tomorrow.

I am still in my pajamas. Day of Rest, bitches. (I actually tend to think of it, in my profane and offensive way, as Day of Motherfucking Rest (possibly because I am extremely fucking tired so much of the time) but I thought I'd tone it down for Natter). But I have gotten through all three translations of today's readings and watched the lecture for my iTunes U course, so, kind of productive.

Random question for the hivemind: does anyone have strong feelings about Farmers Insurance?

Consuela, how do you like the clipless pedals? I am intrigued by them, but also scared.

Want me to hit "remind [you] to play"?

Sure!

I changed lightbulbs! It only took me.

Bubba didn't help?

Reminded!

I changed lightbulbs! It only took me.

Nice productivity, but it's lacking as a punch line.

How many Lees does it take to change a lightbulb? All of them.

Day of Rest, bitches.

Yeah, I had bad emo nightmares last night (kept waking up and feeling more upset), and slept until almost 11AM.

Though my last dream was kind of funny in retrospect...Brenda and I were in Mexico, but were taking a cab, and stopped at Walmart to buy food, and asked the cabbie to wait. And then we were trying to rush through, and couldn't find anything, because all of the food was in weird places, and they had hidden all the cereal on a secret second floor, except when I managed to get up there, there was a ballet or opera or something going on, and the cereal was even more hidden, and there were all these people in fancy clothes...and I was afraid the cabbie would take off...

Bubba didn't help?

He tried.

Not unrelatedly, he doesn't like being locked in the bathroom.

Aw, I knew he'd want to help.

Hidden Cereal Opera at Walmart is intriguing, meara! I hate upsetting emo nightmares, though, blergh for that whole experience.