::sets to work dilligently making mammoth maryland-shaped snow net::

frickin biznatches.

woke up this morning looking like something the cat dragged in after finding it half-buried in the neighbors' mulch pile next to the woodchipper.

::glances down in thought, suddenly dives under bed and resurfaces, triumphantly holding phone over head::
found it!

anyway, back to me looking like the survivor of a bear-mauling:
well i guess that's about it.

called tameika to tell her about it, and we ended up ranting about the fact that women in comedy have to be three times as funny as their male counterparts to make it anywhere in the business.
we blame it on the fact that it's not "ladylike" to be funny and people are more apt to be disgusted when a woman is blunt or slightly vulgar, as opposed to amused when a man says the same thing.
::bitterness at The System::

::glances outside, watches in dismay as thousands of tiny hellcicles fall spitefully from the sky::

i think i hate snow days.

ink :: graphite