Snow? You Call this Snow???

Feh.

Here I am, up at 5:30 am this morning, trying to beat the rush and get to the rink, but it just ain't happening. No bus. Trains are flooded (I'm sure it's a trick due to the potential strike.) No taxis.

I have time for a shower, coffee, and some toast. Dexter's got a runny nose, Kashi's sneezing, and my shade fell down. Let's see if I can get that plastic thingie to work so I have privacy to my windows. My curtains are really dusty, too. Gotta throw them in the wash tomorrow.

I make it past ground zero (which only has one lane due to Cortlandt Street's reconstruction)and sit in slushy traffic. Finally, at 8th Street, I realize there's no taxis. I walk to 14th. No way in hell am I getting to the rink this morning. I was reallllly itching to get on the 8 am session and fly for 45 minutes. ARRRGGGHHH

So, I get back on the F train. In the wrong direction. I transfer and make my way to work at 9:15 am. So much for my wondrous morning.

And now, it's sunny outside. So much for the Four Horsemen of Winter kicking NYC around like a football. So stupid.

Conchita Maria Godessa Punaney is nowhere to be found. A nice email from her son or boyfriend sits in my co-worker's email. Of course, my email address is incorrect. She doesn't listen. Why should she? I'm smart. And fat. Two things her culture won't hear of and two things that mine prize and accept. Impasse, as the French say.

All I can say is, I want to see Harry Potter and Narnia. Lou Lemmenick from that disgusting fish-wrapper New York Post didn't like the movie. He also admitted in yesterday's "critque" that he read the book after he saw the film. Um, that's really fucking stupid. And ignorant. Wait a minute, this is the New York Post I'm talking about. Never mind.

Let's hope my weekend's better than today.