Snowed in and bored.

I've got no great love for inclement winter weather, but if there is one thing I miss now that I'm all grown up, it is the snow day. So when I woke up this morning to a world blanketed in white, snow still falling heavily, it occurred to me that even though I rely on public transportation to get to and from work, the ten minute walk from my place to the subway station could absolutely prove dangerous in such conditions. An out of control car could careen into me as I went about my business on the sidewalk. I could be snowplowed, God forbid! So I sent my boss an email saying that though I would happily go to into the office if a pair of snowshoes magically appeared on my doorstep, I would otherwise be working from "the home office." You know, bed.

I was all psyched thinking I'd have the day to laze around drinking coffee, flipping through magazines, and occasionally clicking the refresh button on the remote email server. Except no so much. Because around 10:30, I was called upon by a frantic team member to transcribe a non-text based PDF and track down email addresses for all the people on it. Without a printer, or a mouse, or a reliable internet connection. Fabulous. So I spent the entire day plugging away at this stupid list, scouring Jigsaw and Google-extrapolating in an effort to find contacts for all of these people who will probably delete whatever emails come their way as fruits of my labor. Miserable. Have I mentioned that my company has entire research teams in India to do this very task? Yeah. Not my job. But given that I had already sort of flouted the system so that I wouldn't have to leave my apartment, I felt that I had to do it. Yuck.

Then I spent the rest of the day making up the extra 3000 words that I did not manage to get done on my novel this weekend, because instead of being productive and responsible I alternated between being drunk and useless and being hung over and useless.

Wait, not entirely true - Friday night I refused to leave my house because it was raining heavily. But Saturday, there was a plumbing situation of epic proportions which drove me to drink midafternoon, and then the Patriots game enabled me to drink through the evening, and then I was convinced to go to a party thrown by a friend of a friend of my roommate, which required further inebriation because I did not know anyone. Basically, I wandered around alternately acting like an asshole and a flirt. And wound up having a fabulous time. Not in spite of the fact that I wound up making out with a very cute guy who was nearly a foot taller than me, which doesn't sound that exciting or notable until you consider the fact that I am five foot eleven. A attractive man who is six foot ten and wants to make out with me is a rare beast indeed.

Then my parents came down to visit Sunday. I don't know whether my parents specifically plan on visiting on days when I've been out until 4:30 in the morning or whether that's just coincidental, but luckily TGI Friday's (class class class) happens to be excellent hangover food. And I got to go to Target in a car. Good times.

So anyway. That's that. What an incredibly boring entry, by the way. It's just that I'm so busy these days that I feel like I have to update when I've got a minute, you know? I probably should have instead detailed my complex and hilarious scheme to get dumped by this Obama-happy dude I've been seeing by claiming to have cast my absentee ballot in NH for Mike Huckabee, because I don't believe in premarital sex or the separation of church and state (second only in ridiculousness to the time I got another guy to break up with me by deciding to give up sex for Lent). But I didn't. So...sorry about that. Next time.

All right, I need to go eat, because it's just occurred to me that I've eaten approximately nothing today, and though I'm not opposed to the thought of wasting away a little bit in the midsection, I'm famished. So I'm out. Later.