My bum hurts

So, upon closer inspection this morning, I not only have rugburn on my bum, but also a huge scratch on the right side, almost at my thigh. I have absolutely no idea where I got this from. It looks like a cat scratch, except that I don't have a cat.

Holy Jesus! it's cold outside. I just poked my nose out to check my mail (none) and it's absolutely frigid. I guess the high today is only supposed to be 9. I hate winter.

Anyhow, so I have no idea where I got this scratch from. I slathered it with neosporin, unknowingly, before I went to bed, so it doesn't hurt anymore. This is one of life's great mysteries, I guess.

I should be taking down my Christmas tree. I went above and beyond my good Catholic duties this year by leaving it up not only until Little Christmas (last Tuesday), but through today. I haven't actually done this because I meant to, but because I'm completely lazy.

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Well, that was a long hiatus. It's now 2:22, I've taken down the Christmas tree mostly, talked to Dawn on the phone for an hour and a half, chatted with my nephew, as well, showered, and started the car to warm up so I can go and get Steven from work. Go me.

I am thinking of getting either these or these when I get new cheques. I'm completely torn between them. If you have an opinion, email me. I need opinions.

All right, must get ready to brave the horrendous cold.

Life in the Artic (Or: My Window Leaks)

So. fucking. cold.

The window behind my computer is about as useful as tits on a bull. Actually, tits on a bull would be more useful, because at least the bull would be a curiosity and, therefore, worth money. The window is certainly not worth that much. I'm sitting here and I literally can see the breeze from the window blowing my dresses.

I hate my apartment.

I need to find a blanket or something to pin over the window to stop the cold from coming in. Particularly tonight and tomorrow, considering it's about 0 outside.

Ha, so what are we doing tonight? We're going to go out with friends for ice cream. I still need to do boring things like pick up toilet paper and paper towels, as well. This all makes me wonder when I became so domestic...

Anyhow, I just really wanted to complain about the artic frost coming in through my window. I've got coffee to make, a couple of things to find (like blankets), and an act to get together.

Oh, and check out HGTV. They're giving away a house.