If Mother Nature really loved me, she wouldn't have given me snow in the first place.

Came home nine hours early from work, and apparently it was a good idea. If I'd left work now it would have taken me two hours to get home if I were lucky when it usually takes me twenty minutes.

I may be the only person I know hoping we get another fourteen feet or snow or something. Declare a state of emergency, Pennsylvania! It seems only fair considering I've been sitting here for hours and have yet to see a real snowplow. I think I've seen two and at this point I'm pretty sure I hallucinated both of them.

I want a state of emergency because it turns out that's the only thing that won't have human resources at work assuming that I am in fact a yeti and can somehow easily trudge a good twenty miles or so in two feet of snow. You'd think my height alone might be a sign that I'm not the Abominable Snowman as well as my complete inability to say "abominable" without sounding like a toddler with an unfortunate stutter but the way my boss described it human resources exists gleefully in a bubble of giddy ineptitude where I am in fact the Littlest Snow Monster That Could. Perhaps this is a sign I should get a new job, perhaps one where I could make snow cones and take nature hikes in front of easily excited people with crappy video cameras.

And tonight I get to try to drive to work, which should be fun because I'm guessing I'll arrive at work to discover I'm the only idiot who didn't bother to use a personal day. I'm going to run an entire CD factory by myself! It'll be just like Career Opportunities! Except, you know, at no time will I rollerskate through the aisles wearing boxers and a wedding veil.

It's a Valentine's Day miracle!

WORK'S CLOSED!

*happy dance*

Which is good because my car is under two feet of snow. Hi, guys! My car is an igloo!

You know how ...

... when I found out that I'd be getting President's Day off at work, I said, "Yay! Now I can have that President's Day party I didn't get to have last year!"?

I'm horribly tempted to go ahead and have one on here as an LJ costume party.

*giggles*

I call dibs on William Henry Harrison. I wouldn't have to be around all that much, and when I did I'd mostly just have to sneeze a lot. :)

*looks out the window*

You know what I'd kill for right now?

A sled.

Seriously, my driveway makes for an awesome sledding hill, and tomorrow my landlord is going to plow it, and the sledding ... it shall be ruined.

*sighs wistfully*

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I was trying to think of something to do for Valentine's Day aside from, you know, GROUP HUG. *smishes you all* So tomorrow I think I'm doing my very own smutathon. Toss me a pairing and a prompt (except not right now) and I'll write a little something (probably a VERY little something, but still), since I'll be stuck inside all day and all. :)

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In fannish and somewhat fannish news --

1. I'm in love with the SPN director's cuts on the CW site. I told my best friend the Sam-girl about the first one and she cannot wait. :)
2. I bought The Departed yesterday and have yet to watch it. Hmm. Maybe later. (I also bought Sliding Doors and Center Stage since they were both five bucks. Yes, y'all, I said Center Stage. Yay for cheesy ballet movies with awful plotlines!)
3. I am buying The Prestige on Tuesday. I have not seen it yet. I have not spoiled myself for it yet, which for me is a MAJOR accomplishment. Anyone spoils it for me and I poke them with a sharp stick repeatedly.

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Okay, I've got a question for anyone who knows human resources stuff better than I do. To get paid for holidays where I work, we have to show up and be on time the workday before and the workday after the holiday. To get paid for President's Day I would have had to go in tonight, but obviously the plant has been shut down. So if they close the plant on one of those two days, do you think I'd still get paid for President's Day? (I don't expect to, but I'd like to, you know?)

I hate people when their brains cells are dribbling out of their ears.

Tennessee lawmakers propose issuing death certificates for abortions.

Tell me I'm not the only one whose first question is how they plan on issuing death certificates for children who were never born in the first place. And why can I just see where asking that question of these morons would lead?

Five things that currently make me happy:

1. That when I was on the phone with my friend Jess before talking about how we're stranded inside for days at this rate, she said, "Look at the bright side! New Supernatural tomorrow!" And then we squeed for ten minutes like giddy idiots.

2. Todd Oldham. If watching Top Design has taught me anything, it's that as soon as he stops reading his scripted words so stiffly I may end up liking him almost as much as I worship Tim Gunn. I love almost every suggestion he has for these people.

3. txtequilanights gave me virtual candy hearts! Aw, thanks! *snuggles*

4. I layered up and bundled up and walked to the mini-mart and got myself fudge ripple ice cream. Oh, baby. *swoons*

5. When it snows like this, and I have no obligations and can go outside and play, I completely turn into a happy toddler. :)

One quick not-really-spoilery comment on "Top Design"

It must mean something that my main thought on this episode is, as always, "What in the ever-lovin' FUCK is Kelly Wearstler wearing?!"

I mean, I recognize those shoulderpads from a blazer I wore in the '80s but I never thought to wear them as a breastplate.

Next week, she crimps her hair and I cry.