How to kill a buzz, New England style.

I must be nutty.

I just ran out in a t-shirt and boxers (and nothing else) to save my car from being towed. There must be a foot of snow on the sidewalk from the road being plowed multiple times during the day. I fell in the snow (in a t-shirt and boxers and nothing else), then talked a cop out of towing my car.

The landlord is now shoveling the drive. Also, I somehow managed to get a big, nasty cut on my big toe and bleed all over the apartment.

The cat's going nuts over the blood. He followed me into the shower. I turned on warm water to defrost my legs and feet. That was when I noticed the blood.

The cat was like, "OH MY GOD, WATER, THIS IS WHY I HATE THIS ROOM!!"

I then went to go dig out my car so I could pull it into the driveway. My father, a Wisconsin native and a shoveling veteran, only had the following advice: "Wear shoes."

Thanks, Dad.

So I got the car shoveled out and moved and am now renewed in my faith that I, too, can be a New Englander. However, I do feel cheated out of the three beers I had earlier. Nothing kills a buzz like running in snow up to your bare knees, talking to a cop, having a bloody foot, and shoveling your car out of the snow.

Guess what!

Guess what!

I now have an oven that works and is clean!

This means brownies. Lots of brownies. I think this is what I'll be working on tonight. Brownies for work, brownies for Starbucks, brownies for same-day shipping back to Texas.

In other news:
-A weight has been lifted. I feel strange saying this... but thank you, Boston Police.
-A funny old man was handing out a story about a dog named Sex today on the T.
-I am going to Panera tonight. I love delicious bread.
-The new spring playlist really hits the spot. Maybe I'll post the whole thing... but it's a mix of 90s tunes I remember from being younger, plus a few particularly poignant ones from the last several years.
-The cat now likes to wake me up by nuzzling his face against my cheek. Now, I've always been a dog person, but this is undeniably cute. I never thought my roommate's cat would fall in love with me so completely. I think having an animal around again may have been just what I needed. I saw a golden retriever on the sidewalk today that looked like my old dog and felt like driving back to Texas right then and there.

I know it's likely that no one reading this cares about any of that. I'm just happy, and I needed to express it. I think people can hear it in my voice, because all of today's callers have been responding to me better than they have before.

Life on the D Line.

I got to Starbucks last night in 10 minutes... I got on the train at 6:16 PM. I arrived at Arlington, walked down the corridor (which by itself takes a couple of minutes), walked into my Starbucks, ordered a drink, made the drink, walked downstairs, and went into the back room... and only then, the clock displayed 6:29 PM. So the trip in itself had to have taken less than 10 minutes. That's amazing. When I lived on the B line, the commute took at least 30 minutes. I go a greater distance on the D line, and yet, I do it in about a third of the time. Amazing.

It's quiet. There are few or no students. It's mostly young professionals or professionals who have families. It comes on time. It's hardly ever overpacked.

I'm loving it.

Green.

Tonight is my first night in the new place. It's also my first night sleeping on my new bed. Both are wonderful.

The room is green. Funny, it kind of matches the color of my car. I just realized that. Anyway, I was thinking I would paint it: either a deep, beautiful blue that reminds me of the ocean, or a bold red that reminds me of Red Delicious apples. I can't decide. I'm going to head over to Home Depot tomorrow and get some color cards.

Today was my first Sunday not working, and my first day not doing anything work or school-related, in forever. I hate working Sundays. Somehow, people are meaner when they come in on Sundays.

I'm making my spring playlist on iTunes for my iPod. I'm digging out all kinds of stuff from the depths of my music collection. Ben Folds Five (Whatever and Ever Amen) makes wonderful late winter/early spring music. I also threw in some Rilo Kiley and even a little Buffalo Springfield. We'll see what else I can find. It'll be nice now because I can put chill music on m iPod without needing to turn the volume all the way up because I live on the D line now, and it's so much quieter than the B line. Yuck. The B line.

I can't wait for green leaves and green grass and new life in general. I wish I could grow flowers outside my window. At least I'll be getting lots more sunlight in the morning now.

Anyway, I'm quite tired from moving today, and I've got a lot more to do tomorrow. Ciao!

Moving.

When you're dreaming with a broken heart,
The waking up is the hardest part
You roll out of bed, and down onto your knees
And for a moment, you can hardly breathe
-John Mayer, Dreaming With a Broken Heart

It's after midnight. My roommate continues to play his bass downstairs. Before much longer, he will come upstairs, stomping on every step, and then walk down the hall singing at the top of his lungs. When he gets back to his room, he might watch TV loudly. Or have a loud conversation on his cell phone, which somehow has the same ring tones set for alarms and phone calls as mine. He'll do anything to avoid his dirty dishes. Things that are mine disappear into his room for days.

Thank God I'm moving out on Sunday. Safer, cleaner, nicer, quieter, with better roommates (who speak English!) and free laundry in the kitchen. Plus, I won't worry, now that I have a different address.

I need a vacation. Every day is a struggle here.