if I'm not smiling, I'm just thinking

Last night it snowed while I was working on my project. I had to pick M up from work at Payless and I could not for the life of me, find my ice-scraper. I looked everywhere in my car with a flashlight even and it was no where to be found. So I did the best I could with my gloved hands and defrost and prayed I wouldn't hit anyone as I slowly backed out.

When I got to the mall, M suggested I check the dollar store and sure enough they had ice-scrapers and brushes. I got one for M's manager, Vicky, too. They worked remarkably well for coming from the dollar store. After work, we rented "Bewitched" and "Meet the Fockers" both of which were cute and funny. We ordered Monical's and had our own little date night at home.

I left M asleep on the couch this afternoon to come work, but it's not going well. I don't know if I have a mental block for this project or what. But I'm just going to keep working on it until it's done. It's due Tuesday so I'm getting pretty worried about how I'm going to finish it. Or the state it will be in when I do. And the little gnomes who normally help me out are on vacation with my muse. Fuck, guess I have to do it myself.