so cold the night

    It's snowing. Started around 6:PM, maybe. Judging by the way my car looks--my poor car, which was freshly washed yesterday afternoon--we've got maybe an inch and a half so far. That means there's as much as 10.5" to go, if we get the entire 8-12" that are forecast. I know that I live here on purpose, and I know that the snow is a part of what makes here, here. But holy fuck, I am sick of godddamned snow. Enough. Already.

    In the past two days, I've been to the drugstore twice. It would've been three times, but I got lucky and reverted to my naturally suspicious tendency. They filled the wrong prescription--two incorrect prescriptions, actually--twice before getting it right. I got my least-favorite excuse: "The computer did it." Such powerful computers, to obviate accountability.

    Pearl Jam's new CD, Backspacer, is good.

    In answer to emailed questions: the current toenail polish color is "Glacier Bay Blues" (very dark blue with a sort of oil-slick sheen that looks hazy green/gold/purple depending on the light). The color changes every few days, no less often than once a week when I'm in the right mood. Yes, I still wear the toe ring, even in the winter. Why? Good question, that.     

    My parents are in rare form lately. 'Needy' and 'weird' don't really come all that close to summing it up. We've had several conversations over the past couple of weeks that, honestly, have given me no insight into why they're behaving so strangely. I do know that it's annoying and that I should talk with them about it. Funny how often should really means won't, in relation to my parents.

    The writing problem fixed itself. Not sure whether it was actually the problem or a concomitant, but all seems to have been resolved when I completed the third of three new mix CDs. The first is maybe the best I've ever made—and the person for (about) whom I made it will never hear it. It is also the saddest group of songs I've ever heard, together. The second was pointless and ego-driven but still a good mix, made me laugh... and is probably the one I will (i.e. can) never listen to again. The last is a long time coming, and somehow fun, sweet and sexy at once, and could get me and the person for whom I made it in a world of hurt. That would be stupid, since it isn't what it seems. Anyway: good music, and now that it's mixed, burned, and out of my mental pending file, the verbal thing seems to be happening again.

    That's the good news. Besides that: it's still snowing (not that I'd thought it would stop), and the migraine persists (I did have some hope in that regard).