with scarves of red tied 'round their throats

They closed TCC today because of the weather. This means I don't have to go to work or class today. This is like a present to me because I get paid for snow days. So, yes. I love snow days. I got up at five and did homework. I got one of my discussion board questions done and I got to talk about gay marriage. So that made me happy. I was answering the question, "Are there entitlements or privileges inherent with membership in a majority culture group?" I told Emily it seemed like a trick question because of fucking course there are. Emily said that should be my answer: "of fucking course there are." As much as I would have liked to put that as an answer, instead I talked about lack of access for the Deaf, and then I talked about how gay people can't get married. I felt really good about it.

Then we had a delicious snow-day breakfast. We had omelets with muenster cheese and avocados, fired polenta, toast with jam and tea and orange juice. It was awesome and delicious. Fried polenta is just about the most delicious thing ever. If you don't know what polenta is, I'll explain: polenta is like Italian grits. They are made with yellow corn. You can eat them with marinara sauce and cheese. Then you can take the leftovers and refrigerate. Then the next morning you can cut them into slices, dip in flour, and brown in a pan. They are like little tasty-delicious corn cakes. Magnifique!

Then it was nap time, and what a lovely nap it was, except I had a dream I made out with the straight girl I am not chasing. So that was incredibly lame of me. I'm not chasing her. Not. I don't do that shit. It only ends in ridiculous embarrassment. (I know this from experience. Which is why I don't fucking chase straight girls, ok, Emily?) Anyway. Stupid dreams. But the nap, on a whole, was very satisfying.

On this lovely paid day off, I have to feel bad for my sister and Krystal, who went to work today even though the streets are made of ice. Sorry guys. You are such troopers, though, and I love you to deathsies. Honest. I will buy you each a cup of hot cocoa when the roads are navigable again.

This snow day is exactly what I needed because I almost didn't go to work yesterday, but decided it is a bad habit to take off just because of horrendous PMS. I thought I should save my call-in for a subsequent period day that might be even worse. And now, I don't even have to worry about it because the lord brought us snow. And by "the lord," I mean the weather.

Happy snow day, fuckers.