Snow + half of New York sick = canceled trip. Endless Boston continues forever and ever.

On a good note, Jason came over last night and fixed my computer, you know, just cause he likes to do that. He said my computer thought it was 1968. Stupid computer.

I spent much of last night listening to music from 2003 in my bedroom alone. And texting sappy things to old friends. Well, I guess Melissa's just said "I just listened to the Red Light Sting for 30 seconds," but there were sappy texts in there, I swear.

Back to hiding in my sunlit dark hole.