PJ Productive

Perfect weather to hole up inside in PJs and just get shit done. It's snowing and blowing. There is a baklava of ice/snow/crap/repeat on all surfaces. But my apartment has a space heater, my squishy-addictive bed, and piles of things to be read, cleaned, sorted, etc.

Because I know better than to go outside. Walking home from the Gator was treacherous enough last night. Made some friends as the wiser of us opted to just walk on the street instead of sliding down the sidewalk. This made so much more sense: the streets are less trafficked than the sidewalks at that hour; since they are darker and warmer from the cars that HAVE driven on them, they haven't been as icy; as roads, they are more likely to be treated than sidewalks in front of frat houses. Oh, and the added bonus of not breaking your butt or going undergrad bowling (a bunch of staggering undergrads skidding down the hill on needs one person to slip and crash into all of them - STRIKE!) Also entertaining, the girls in capris and peep-toed stilettos. These girls have enough problems under the best of conditions (getting a heel caught in the cobblestone is hilarious for all the rest of us).

And I got home about 5 minutes before it started thunder-sleeting. Although it was a bummer to leave the scene early (there was much hilarity involving next year's Halloween costumes, a suddenly-appearing Mariachi band as emphasis, and other such).

on iTunes: "Beautiful Day" - the Eels