Sometimes a quiet day to yourself is alls you need. After the snow, the sun. Still, it’s cold as a mutha. Even with the heat cranked up, my apartment’s ice cubey. Went to the local B&N to see if they’d offer me some love. That, and free magazines. Found myself a table in the café with a latte and The Believer, which has a funny article on Sweet Valley High; Us magazine. . . Oh, Britney, why? Why?? I try to be behind the girl, but sometime she just crazy!; and Eye, which I almost bought but then didn’t ’cause I wasn’t in the mood to spend $28 on a magazine, even if said magazine is, as always, gorgeous, and had a v. interesting-looking story on film-title design. Maybe tomorrow.

Had to walk home with clenched jaw, ’cause sometimes it’s so cold you yell at the wind, and sometimes it’s so cold if you open your mouth to yell at the wind your teeth freeze.

Will it be duck porridge tonight? I think so. And then will it be an orange hot chocolate? Oh, yes.