yeah. so long as it keeps coming down, it’s actually kinda pretty out there. but as soon as it stops, there’s nothing actively burying the accumulating filth and whatnot, and it gets ugly again right quick. but right now it’s coming down and it feels all cozy and wintry and whatnot.

using my iphone and technology and shit. cool.

lovely as this fleeting moment of wintriness is, i still can’t help but want to live elsewhere at this time of year more than any other. LA or the south of france, maybe. my dreams of being bicoastal have not faded much over these past few years. you never know. though it’d be pretty odd–getting into improv and acting, thinking of LA. wait, who am i again? where are we? are we there yet? i wanna go home.

something like 23 days before i can have a drink but i’ve decided to quit talking about it. i did cheat the other night and had one beer, which i drank very slowly, sans incident. but i ain’t gonna push it. a friend brought it to me, so i somehow felt less guilty or less like i was hurting myself.

anyway. i have a ton of shit to do. i wonder if blogs were invented as procrastination tools, really. it all seems meaningful. but is it? how many other idiots are writing about the snow or other elements in their blogs right now instead of actually doing something? anyway, i’m gonna go do something, and stop writing about it. toodles.