It's a good thing we got started early. At about 5 AM this morning I woke up and checked how the weather was outside, and continued to wake up every 15 minutes to see if there was much snow. I felt a certain responsibility; after all, I had "called" the snow day, so to speak. It didn't look good at all until about 6:20, when suddenly a layer of fresh white stuff appeared. Lo and Behold, we had a snowday on our hands. Communiques were quickly exchanged, sledding times arrainged. This was a day that would not be wasted, gosh damnit. And a magnificent time was had by all... This was one of those days that we're going to look back on and say, "hey, lets do it again", but if we do try it again it probably won't be as good because it can never be as good as the first time. Those are good things to have in life; they're collectors' items, really. That being said, lets do it again real soon, OK? That's what makes sitcoms interesting, I guess. The characters never change, but the plotline is a little different every time. I think I was a little high for that snowball fight...exhilaration is a powerful substance. I'm glad everybody liked the movie, too. I was nervous that it would be a letdown, but people apparently enjoyed it. Memories are a grand thing. "Chicago" tomorrow at Proctors...it's going to be sexy. We should see more shows, you know. Movies kind of suck in comparison. Sorry if I kind of dropped the ball on that one Ashley, it was out of my hands. No, really, it was. Seriously. Next weekend, I promise. It seems strange, but today felt a little bit like summer. No obligations or due dates, just a day of letting it all out. Too bad it's not going to last for the next few months...hey, in a few weeks, it'll be Christmas. I'm asking for a guitar. I might even learn to do something with it. Let's have a sleepover real soon.