smoky rolls down

I don't have much to say about the day. It snowed like it was supposed to and I barely got anything done. Just typed up one and a half journals. Which, I suppose, is one and a half more than I would have done on any other day.

Went to see Dear John and liked it as far as sappy romances go. John disliked it, which wasn't a surprise.

Stayed inside and watched the snow for the rest of the day. Until, that is, it got too dark to see.

Took a lot of pictures of nothing.

All-in-all, it was worth not going to work.

Tomorrow we head to another museum. Hopefully I am feeling well enough to enjoy it.

Now, to bed.

snowpocolyps

I almost forgot! Everyone is panicking about the snow that we're supposed to get overnight. I mean, flipping out about it. In fact, all of the public schools are already closed for tomorrow. And, on the 1 train tonight, John and I overheard a straight up fight between a native New Yorker and a guy from Cincinnati/Canada. In brief, New Yorker told quasi-Canadian to, "Go back to where [he] came from!" It was epic.