Woke up this morning and thought it was Monday. After my heart rate returned to normal, I looked outside and it was snowing. Instantly thought of Jack Frost and the Winter Lady from The Selfish Giant, skipping around and leaving trails of ice in their wake. God, I loved that movie.

Speaking of, Dad and I saw 'Into the Wild' last night, and then we sat around brooding and long-faced and heaving great sighs every few minutes. Might be the most depressing movie I've ever seen, but chock full of a gorgeous Sam Leonard doppelgänger and rushing rivers and wild horses, and gave me that utterly rare feeling of loving the country I live in. Mostly I just wish I were in England.

This is what I wrote while I ate my sammich:

ate soup for lunch that was murderously hot, but also way good and utterly appropriate for this windy day. half the office went home early because it was too cold to work. (by half i mean 2.) my white bean/tomato soup was the perfect antidote, but it came in a styrofoam cup. using styrofoam always makes me feeling like a rotten citizen of the earth.
also, they turned on my radiator, which helps unimaginably much. it's clanging happily behind my desk and i'm scribbling in my notebook because i'm too scared to blogger at work. last month they cracked down on people who view over four hours of porn/day at work. (<4 is okay.) anyway, blogger is really the gateway to internet porn, so instead i catch up on my online reading. lucky for me, people don't generally disapprove of you reading book blogs or mcsweeney's or something when you work at a publishing co. can totally pull the 'reasearch' card on that one.
yesterday i came in early because i had huge amounts of emails to send and while waiting for the train at murray hill, i witnessed a nj transit bus get hit by the rr barricade. lots of clanging bells and prob. one hell of a scared driver until she backed up and the wooden arm fell like a take-marker on a movie set.

I've started my Christmas list. Have you?