Exhausted for no discernible reason. Maybe a sugar crash, since I've otherwise had ice cream every night this week.

There's a point to be made here about the freedom of adulthood, but I'll be the first to admit that as a teenager I spent a considerable, glorious amount of time in the basement eating ice cream and watching X-Files reruns.

Oh, and it snowed today. I didn't freak out like the rest of the Cities, but I was a bit disappointed.