i just got back from pennsylvania. much news i plan to write about later but likely won't, including tiresome rants about my racist family and inexplicable ecstacy at my car's now-correctly-functional thermostat. also, i went to the thrift store, where i saw an ex-girlfriend, sarah, who i've been wanting to speak to for years. i really want to befriend her, but that would seem unlikely even if we exchanged phone numbers or something, which we didn't.
hmm. now i need to find the number one calls to get one's street salted/plowed. like, desperately, because i doubt i'll be able to leave the house by car until i do. ooh, it's 375-2814.