Work is, like, amazing. I feel like I’m looking at the stars, and they’re just the little lights you get when you’ve hit a wall abrumptly (deliberate typo). Yet everyone is so nice, and I feel so fortunate.
Katie is refusing to answer the phone or talk to me except a terse ‘alive’ on facebook. I have no idea if she even typed that message. Some folks you can’t do favours for, so I’m going to do myself a favour and just ignore all of this.
Ziva, how I love your heater.
I really, really need snow tires. Not enough tread and too much slippery from cold road surfaces.