They said it was going to snow tonight and now the news stations are hedging their bets. One says freezing rain. Another says nothing much happening. We’ll see tomorrow morning. I rather enjoy no snow. You don’t have to shovel rain, and snow days mean people who think trashing your neighborhood and stealing things out of your yard to sled on is OK because, “It’s a snow day, man.”

Today was my day for making myself look really silly. You wouldn’t know about the second instance, where I was watching a recording of Wednesday’s Glee and tearing up over the show tunes unless you were here, and nobody was here. The other embarrassing moment was when I put some hot spice on my food at lunch, and it wasn’t that spicy. It did, however, make me sweat so much that it was dripping onto my shirt and my plate. Weird, huh? And I was sitting across from one of the few attractive women at work. Not that it would matter to her, I’m invisible after all. But who wants to be around an invisible sweaty guy?