So, living in "the city" when there is a semi-huge snowstorm is legions different than living out in "the country" like I used to, apparently. Sweet jesus, I had no idea it was so complicated. I mean, being a California girl, I was already at a huge disadvantage when I moved out here two years ago. But to have spent those two years (and two winters) living in the kind of place where you never really had to worry about moving your car, shoveling, or whether or not plowing would get done? S-P-O-I-L-E-D. Add to that having had, last year at this time, a freaking boyfriend who helped out with all the unwieldy snow removal tasks, and you can just imagine how pleased I was to actually have to DEAL with everything yesterday. God, I'm a whiner.

So yeah, there was a lot of snow. And it is very pretty and was very fluffy and nice and stuff, but it really was weird to just sit here and reflect on all that sad stuff about last year and this upcoming year and blah, etc, woe is me, self pity, yawn. Suffice to say, it's been a lame weekend.

Got out a bit today to have coffee and see "Derailed." Clive Owen better watch out, because in every role I've seen him in he's been really well suited at playing a cheating asshole. It was an ok movie, but I figured out the "twist" pretty shortly into the whole thing, which was kind of annnoying.

Tomorrow is the Prescott House/Zampa party, which should be alright. Already planning to just go ahead and crash there, but I have a ton of stuff I'll need to be doing on Monday so I can't get too messed up. Haven't heard a thing from E for several days now, and not really sure how I feel about that. Just trying to focus on the positive and the people who love me and are here for me, no matter how far away they are distance-wise.