snow.

Yeah. It's snowing. Hard. There's a Winter Storm Advisory in effect until tomorrow morning. I find that completely unfair and illogical, as it is spring dammit.

My back is slowly getting better; emphasis on slowly. Fuck fuck fuck. I've been trying to catch up with all of my work today, the computer work I haven't been able to manage since Tuesday. I have been kind of down about how much work I have to do for the next month, and this snow nonsense is not exactly helping my mood. Everything seems to be very hard lately. That's a very nonspecific variety of whining, isn't it? "Life is hard." I am full of clear and trenchant insights.

This is all very whiny and annoying; no more of that. I bought a basil plant at the grocery store; I'm excited about that. And I guess things can only get better from here. Snow at the end of March is pretty lame, but soon it will be warm for real. And while it is killing me to not be able to sew, once I actually can, I will have so much fabric to sew with. Did I mention that I finished that skirt? I'll post photos soon. I have enough fabric to make at least four more skirts; there's something to look forward to.

snow day!

And I finished all my work yesterday, so I'll actually be able to enjoy it.



All that snow on the table is from this snowstorm. And it's not over yet! More photos later.

panic!

How to write about snow in New York without sounding cheesy?

(a) All of these fuckers are scared of a little snow; last I heard, this "snowstorm" was going to leave six inches of snow. Six inches is nothing! In Wisconsin, we don't notice anything under a foot. Fucking pussies.

(b) I'm pretty sure I'm going to slip and fall on my ass at some point, maybe even while sober!

(c) I wonder if this means I don't have to go to my internship tomorrow morning?

(d) Tonight, on my break, I walked around for half an hour in the snow, and I felt calmer and happier than I have in days.

Woops, that last one was cheesy! Kill me now!

rainbows everywhere

It was snowing when I got out of work tonight and still snowing when I got out of the subway 45 minutes later. New York in a snowstorm is beautiful, peaceful. I walked up the hill to our building slowly, surreptitiously catching snowflakes on my tongue. I stood outside the building for awhile, watching the snow lit up by streetlights. Everything was quiet; the street was still. I looked up, let the snow fall on my face. I stood and watched and heard myself think.