They were saying on the TV yesterday that it was going to snow today and through the weekend, but when I woke up (at a reasonable hour, for once), the snow had started.

I went and got breakfast, and went to the store to get important snowstorm supplies, like Pepsi and chicken cordon bleu and a baguette, but didn't get cigarettes. Even though I was out before I went to bed last night and wanted more, this morning I was coughing so much and my throat hurt so much that I thought that I probably didn't want to smoke anymore. At least not for today.

There is nothing else to talk about on the news but the snow. They have two anchors, two reporters and two meteorologists all talking about it, and one of the weathermen called what is occurring at this very little minute as: "a major, very significant snow event."

I'm totally adding that to my repertoire.

They just said that there would be 2-4 inches of snow by 7p. I hate to break it to anybody at the CBS Weather Center, but it's 12.30p and there is already 2" of snow in my backyard and it's still coming down like a motherfucker.

Yesterday was therapy, and I think for the first time ever I did not say the name "Omar" even once, I just talked about myself.

I was late again, though five minutes less late than she thought, since we discovered that her clocks were five minutes fast (her watch matched my cell phone, so that was the right time), so we talked about that for as long as we had left. She asked me if it was something that I wanted to deal with and fix, and I was like, if I really wanted to be on time places, I'd leave the house earlier, it's that simple.

Afterwards, I had lunch and stopped at Staples and totally got waylayed by that place and all its cool paper and shit. They have cd labels! They have photo paper! I spent $83 I don't have. Staples is sneaky and underhanded.

Then I went home, and then had to go back into the city for opening night of the Shakespeare.

I don't run the box for the Shakespeares, but I have to train everyone, and Le is paying me to pick up the money every night. So I went in and vaguely considered actually seeing the show, but I so. Didn't. Feel. Like. It. And besides, Peter Rabbit is coming next week, and he and I are going together, and I cannot imagine that I so much want to see it twice.

So I trained and went home. I was going to take the money I earned and blow it all on dinner at Vynl, but they were really crowded, so I just went home. And ran out of cigarettes. And you know the rest.

Today's horoscope:
Virgo feels the need to dine out. When you're people-watching or enjoying a certain cuisine, your mind works differently. Your choice of companions on this adventure will make all the difference.

One year ago today:
It wasn't completely smooth, at one point Jon Oak ran onstage and bumped into the wall and the whole back swag fell on his head. The funny part was that it was at such an opportune time that I thought it was part of the show until I saw Kirsten cracking up.

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