weathering it.

Nothing like a half hour slosh in wet snow each way to Greenwich Village to be fingerprinted only to be told that your appointment is actually in The fucking Bronx. In Converse sneakers because I'm an idiot.

They actually were pretty nice about the fact that my boss told me to go to the wrong place and fingerprinted me after only like a 2 minute wait.

I'm pretty excited... it doesn't look like any of my toes will have to be amputated.

Fuck the gym. I am going to fold my laundry and curl up with... my homework. And then with my sign language presentation, which I must perform admirably on this evening. Shit. 

Tea kettle, tea kettle, lend me your sympathy.