we were still suffering from the aftershocks of the snowstorm on thursday. by mid-morning, large chunks of ice were starting to melt and slide off the roof of huntsman hall, and after several near-calamities the police cordoned off a slice of the 38th and walnut intersection, backing up traffic several blocks. despite the housing laws, there was no shoveling of sidewalks in evidence, and it took me several minutes of slipping and sliding before i decided i was not going to navigate the probably-impassable stretch of road leading to my lab, and parked myself in cereality instead (stopping for an hour in the bookstore to read travels in the scriptorium, which was a lot like, but not quite as good as, the new york trilogy

i've started plugging away at my masters' thesis. i can already tell that it's going to be too long, and deadly boring, but i don't care. given that i don't actually get to choose my first-year committee, i feel that it's only fair that i get to inflict whatever i want on them in the way of writing. while working, i drink coffee until i can't, and then i grab anything nearby that's bite-sized and sugary and continue with that, until my eyes are as big as saucers and i can't physically sit still, and then i go run for an hour or till i'm exhausted. it's like the kreb's cycle writ large. i'll detox in may.