The other day, someone (I think it must have been my mom) asked me in a very alarmed tone, “Annie! WHERE do they put all the SNOW in New York City?” Hmm. Yes, definitely Dee’s inflections. We have a winner.

Anyway, I found all the snow. It looks pretty and white from this angle, but on the street side it is a gritty charcoal gray. Yuckers.

Does the title “Joan of Arcadia” piss anyone else off? It’s just such a horrible pun. I feel personally embarrassed for the person who thought of it. Why is that?

I am extremely jealous of this book’s author. She printed out a private blog, cut up the picees, scattered them across the floor, and decided it was a book. It’s probably really good. And she can also draw. Damn other people.

I apologize for promoting college humor as a post-graduate, but this is way too funny, and it’s from the University of Illinois! Yay home.

Does anyone know about photography? Am I a moron, or is it really difficult to take pictures of snow? One of the answers is obvious, but I’d appreciate input on the other.

I can’t shake this ridiculous cough. Are there really obvious remedies I’m just missing? I’m out of cough drops. And tequila.

When I grow up, I want a really NICE couch. You know?