Corner of Bourbon & Division

It's not really a snow day. However, I didn't do any shoveling when I got home this morning, so it feels like a snow day (there's like two feet of snow out there!). I am looking out for orange no-parking signs to appear on my street. If they don't appear today, I shall hibernate completely until tomorrow. Otherwise, I may have to go out and move the car to somewhere it won't be towed and I won't get a $92 ticket. It also feels like a snow day because I'm home during the afternoon and there's snow outside. I also have tea.

I need some cleaning fairies. The place got messy again without my noticing. Not sure how that happened. Looking at it, I know I can fix it in a relatively short space of time. I'm going to go to bed early tonight (after sleeping from eight to two thirty today, I think I can get away with that) and get up bright and early tomorrow and do a major houseclean. I have to straighten up the kitchen, and put away the Freecycle stuff that the flakes didn't come to pick up after all. I think I'll put them away and put them up again this summer, when people will be more likely to come pick them up. Winter is a bad time all around. I may put them up for grabs on LJ first, so my LJ friends can get first pick, should they so desire.

I shall be spending today quietly, writing long-awaited posts for Bluebook, and I shall perhaps make stew and watch Babylon 5. Today I am taking OFF. I have had a bizarre week, and I deserve the day to myself. So there.

It's still November. Miaow! Miaow! Miaaaaooooowwww!

I'm doing laundry, which is a Good Thing™. Overslept, which is Not Such A Good Thing™.

No one on Freecycle has a baseball bat for me. Boo.

The reason I overslept is that an old friend from school called out of the blue at 10:45 last night and kept talking until, well, very very late. I'd forgotten how much he talks. He didn't care that it was late, as he was on-call until this morning (he's in his last year of residency for med school). I'd also forgotten how much having a conversation with him isn't so much "having a conversation" as "listening to him ramble on about himself."

I think I wrote about him the last time I saw him about three years ago, but I can't seem to find the post. He's still just as fucked up as he was back then, and it makes me unutterably sad to think that he's been miserable for all these years. I've changed so much in three years, emotionally and mentally (no matter how much he insists I haven't —I think it makes him feel better to think that I'm still the same as I was ten years ago), and he's still stuck: closeted, smoking up every day to escape his reality, hating his med school training, hating his supervisors and hating his patients. God help anyone who has him as their doctor, is all I can say.

I'm supposed to see him later this afternoon. I can't think of a nice way to tell a guy who was my best friend throughout high school that no, I don't really want to see him or spend all that much time with him.

*sigh*

Well, with any luck this will turn out better than I think it will.