Ring down the damn curtain already

bah. I hate depressed days. Not so much cause they suck, cause that's a given. It's more that they make me feel somehow like my life has been unconsensually turned into some ridiculous Wagnerian melodrama, complete with recitative, mournful, yet heroic ballet, overwraught score, and interminable runtime. And I am the doomed heroine, it's opening night, and I've just realized that I have utterly no operatic training whatsoever. Since last I checked I hadn't magically been turned into Christine Daae, this actually is a bad thing.

On top of this I again don't feel well. I've been plagued with dizzy spells, headaches, and a general feeling of bleh since Friday, and I'm getting royally sick of it. I've been sleeping quite a bit as a result, and going to work tomorrow is a less than thrilling idea, but oh well.

*sigh* I'm fine, this too shall pass, whatever.

Winter Storm Warning

I still think those are three of the sexiest words ever to come from a Weather Channel anchor. 7-10 inches possible. yeah baby.

So yeah, there's a snowflake or two coming down out there. And me without a sled. Sheesh. Is it too much to ask that one day it snow on a day when a good chunk of the family has the day off and we happen to have three or four sleds available? That would so rock. I haven't been sledding since I was like, four.

Well, at least (hopefully anyway) today will be quiet.

And now, baby animals and swearing, courtesy of innostrantsa.