I woke up ill. The heater in my room is not working. I am living in my giant parka that's for swim meets. I look like a sad eskimo of sorts. Or, what I imagine a sad eskimo looks like when he is not surrounded by tundra, an igloo, and seal blubber. It's supposed to snow 18-20 inches on Wednesday, and I'm struggling to hide my incredible elation over the opportunity to snuggle up in bed with a good movie. Regardless, remember summer? Let's go to Australia!

A beautiful little birdie named Lauren sent me the new Adele album, 21. To say the thing has been on repeat all morning would be a severe understatement. It's like that big, beautiful British woman is in the room singing directly to me. If you can get your hands on the thing before its official February 22nd release, do it. Yep. I mean, if that piano intro to "Set Fire to the Rain" doesn't twist up your insides, I'm not sure you have real emotions...

I also fixed Facebook chat this morning. I can sleep without night terrors now.

Currently eating: croissant