Day: March 6, 2003

On second glance (prompted by having someone at work ask me, “Are you sure your front wheel’s okay?” as he helped push my car out of the snow), I think I managed to escape this morning’s brief run-in with the curb with just small crack in the front right hubcap. The car seems to be handling as well as can be expected, given some of the road conditions, and I don’t seem to have caused any serious damage. Yet.

Oh, and in other news, according to a notice sent out by my rental office today, there’s apparently a peeping tom in the area.

For every “margaret atwood happy endings” in my search referrals, there’s always at least two or three “pictures of the vagina” or “my breasts” or “celebrity get me out of here stuttering john poem”. I sometimes worry about the people who get here by accident. They’re looking for some very strange things.

For instance: what, may I ask, is the “Penn State funny English tea story”?

Well, I remain relatively unscathed after my drive to work this morning — which, I must say, is no small feat, since it’s snowing pretty heavily and the roads haven’t seen even the rumor of a plow. I skidded into the curb and was sure I’d damaged the side of my car, but it appears unharmed. Dirty, encrusted with snow and ice, but unharmed. I think it’s very clear I won’t be travelling to Bellefonte this evening. I was hoping to see “Lost in La Mancha”, which, surprisingly, is playing there. But it’s at least a twenty-to-thirty-minute trip from my apartment (as I discovered over the weekend when I failed to arrive on time), and the snow doesn’t show signs of letting up and disappearing before tonight.

But man, I hate this snow.