These snow days haven’t been like the snow days of yore. (Here’s what I wrote last time there was a snow day, which was way back in yore: http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=8562492943849422474&postID=9163245961606143369)

For one thing, it’s cold up in here. My house is old, weak and full of crevices – much like my body, actually- and is therefore unable to keep in the heat and keep out the chill. Blizzard brrr comes in through the windows, carpets the floor, and wraps itself like an icy cloak around my shivering shoulders. I have on tights, sweat pants, double socks and two sweaters. I look like a wool sausage, but it’s frosty in the living room. I could turn up the heat, but in my city the companies that control warmth are imposing rolling blackouts to conserve energy for the rich Superbowl fans who clog the hotels and bars like so much greasy hair in a big, suckhole drain. I don’t want to call attention to myself, so I keep the heat at below-the-radar levels. Smart, right?

Also, I don’t feel so well. The flu is going around -not to mention the TB – and I’m afraid I may be standing on the the corner of Puke and Rhea; believe you me, I don’t want to cross over! My nephew was sick on Monday, and my niece is ill now; it seems like just a matter of time. So far I’m ok, because I’m sticking to my routine of rigid denial; I know this isn’t really the flu, just allergies, but if I succumb for just one moment, I’m afraid snow day will turn into sick day, which is UNCOOL, FOOL!

Furthermore, I have been wasting my time! I have been so non-productive during this special unforeseen break that even I am ashamed of myself. I haven’t changed out of my pajamas in three days. I wake up only to take naps. Instead of reading all of the fantastic books I have stacked up near my bed, I’ve been catching up on TMZ and drunken Hoda Kotb. Instead of exercising, I’ve been watching The Biggest Loser and eating cheese. Every day before I go to bed, I say to myself, “Tomorrow, things are going to be different.” In fact, I said that last night. And yet today, I:

* Had a dream that I was hanging out with my good friends Alec Baldwin and Justin Bieber. Turns out, we’re not as close as I thought we were, because they started making fun of my stereo (do people still call them ‘stereos’?) and then said I wasn’t funny. Bastards.

* Woke up and spent 45 minutes on the computer trying to find a joke that would put Baldwin and Bieber to shame. Spent an hour watching Mitch Hedberg clips I have already seen.

Mitch Hedberg. Never not funny.

*Called McAdams to tell her I was lazy. She too has snow days, and was already on her second Bailey’s Chai Latte. I told her about Baldwin and Bieber, and about how this friend of mine works in a hotel, and Justin Bieber allegedly stayed there. Apparently, the Biebster had a late night visitor whom my friend knows as a frequent visitor of hotel patrons, if ya know what I mean… a frequent paid visitor of hotel patrons… let me sing it for ya, just to make sure it’s clear: Justin Bieber had a ho, doo-dah, doo-dah! Somehow, this got us talking about Bieber wiener (McAdams: “But, he’s ten, right? It’s gotta be tiny!”), which, as I’m sure you can discern, is not the type of conversation a person has to make herself feel better about wasting her time.

*Found two dry, scaly places on my leg when I was putting on my socks. Either I have a touch of the eczema, whatever that is, or I’m turning into an anaconda.

*Made an enormous vat of soup to replace the enormous half-vat of soup I just had to throw out, because really, how much soup can one girl slurp?

*And…that’s about it. For the whole day, up until now.

Still… even a wasted snow day is better than no snow day. And I’ve been given a second chance! Really, tomorrow things are going to be different! Yay, snow day!

Here is a picture of Atticus Shaffer, adorable star of the ABC comedy “The Middle”, when asked to estimate the size of the Bieber baton: