point this corner toward the west

more snow again but far from qualifying as a "real" snow. why do i always talk about the goddamn weather on here?? it has something to do with concurrently writing and looking out the window, as wherever i live i always insist upon the placement of my computer very near a window. but here in the ferndale house i look out THREE windows at the same time. makes for big-time weather talking. until i'm fully coffee-powered in the morning, all i can really think about is the hue and transparence/opacity of the sky, the snow really trying to blanket the ground, where our neighbor "hook hand"'s pristine baby-blue station wagon is parked, &tc. having friends and family dotting major us cities like highlighter in a norton anthology also has me checking "my weather watchlist" on weather.com with marked frequency.

whatever.

i can't write, i can't get shit out for about a week now. fuck if i know why. i want it back. more media consumption may be the answer. perhaps. until then, mush-mind.

the weekend involved taking it way too far friday night/morning, spending saturday recovering on the couch, watching bingo! the documentary [which was short, half-entertaining, half-disappointing and included an INSANELY catchy song about bingo, as everyone around me couldn't stop singing it], sunday late club bart brunch, somerset with kevin and scott for the at-last purchase of TWO pairs of new jeans for kevin [ultra-exciting], working, green lantern for pizza [killer], seinfeld season five dvd viewing, sleep on the couch.