Tuesday Morning.

"Michael Boston" came into work yesterday...as in, the Michael that Amy and I met at Our House and who thought I was on coke, and he was returning a coffee maker that had apparently "exploded". And then he bought Swedish Fish, insoles, and Rock Star energy drinks. And was dropping his money all over the place, and kept pulling his hat down over his ears like he did at Our House. HOWever, he completely didn't recognize me, which was totally what I was going for. Kind of hilarious.

It's 23 degrees out, but apparently it feels like 14. Uff. My coffee was instantaneously iced coffee the second I walked out of the house this morning.

I have no food, so I had to make tuna fish for lunch using the ends of a loaf of bread. Gross.

Also almost wore ballet flats today, and then looked outside and it looked like the next Ice Age was coming, so I promptly decided to change. Also, walking down my street is like, taking your life in your hands. Especially when there's a computer in your backpack, since falling would be disastrous. It's impossible to walk on the sidewalks, which are laden with a thin sheet of ice, so one has to saunter down the middle of the street. Where there are cars parked on both sides, which makes the chance of not being seen by an oncoming car, all that much greater.