Burf.

Slept like two hours, this evening. I went in my room to gind socks after shoveling all of the snow in various places, and I found myself collapsing into bed. I was so cold and tired.

The lack of sleep caught up, I suppose.

My hands are also incredibly dry. Keep putting lotion on them, it gets sucked up faster than a vaccum cleaner on steroids.

It snowed again. Have shoveled walks. Hrm. May get comics tomorrow.

Am discovering new liking for Emer Kenny, Everything But the Girl, Jane Wiedlin, Nina Gordon, and The Pogues.

My brain may not be the same.

Roommates, instead of taking advantage of my sleep and watching scurrilous tv, forgot. So. No Joan of A for Shai. No grumpy old man for Timey.

Does this mean I'm the only one who can watch tv tonight?