huh.

It may be snowing a little bit in the Valley. Supposedly accumulation of up to 10 inches.

Well damn, Winter. Nice of you to finally show up. Shopping and getting home is going to be interesting...

In other news, amazing how a reasonably dull workday can be livened up by a friend dropping in. Especially when said friend just got contacts and so you mistake her for yet another random student looking for a MacBook charger or something. That said, eeee and yay for drop ins and subsequent lunchies by and with deliriumdeva.

I need a towel now k brb

Do yourself a favor and fullscreen this.

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Writer's Block: Every Four Years

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Snowstorm and wishing 30 Rock's version of it were real. At least the leap day William and "nothing you do on Feb 29th counts" bits. I could use a day where my irresponsibilities are absolved, lol. Actually, no, I could use a week of that, honestly.

Support your friendly neighborhood cutter (TW)

Because it's on my mind now, I'm gonna forget tomorrow, and I don't feel like waiting forty five minutes.

Every three years or so someone reminds me that March 1 is Self-Injury Awareness Day. This is one of the few random "oh look another cause ribbon" days I don't automatically snark at due to personal pertinence: I've got a long history of cutting starting when I was around Kidzilla's age. (If you're feeling nosy and want to extra extra read all about it, I did post about it at some length back in 2004). Sitting here with that thought, two things dawned on me - 1) I haven't cut in a little over five years, and seriously doubt I ever will again. 2) The scars from the last two really bad instances? They're still there, but they're so faded now that you really have to be looking for them in order to find them.

Despite being some measure of proud of this, I can't help wondering if I've in fact found some more insidious way to sublimate my more extreme emotions and five years without putting sharp things into my skin isn't as much of an accomplishment as I'd like to think it is. I honestly couldn't tell you, one way or another. Still, I guess go me for no longer venting my emo by way of kitchen implements.