It's snowing.

People are calling this a "blizzard." I'm laughing.

For some reason, every snowstorm in New York is now labeled "Snowpocalypse." I think there have already been four such end-all-be-all events in the past month and a half, which doesn't really make sense if you think about it. The snow is all very gorgeous for now, but it is killing any form of motivation I have in going to class to talk about how wildly frustrating (if occasionally incredibly inspired) I found Bolaño's Nazi Literature in the Americas. I also have an irrational fear that my professor will fake fun of me whenever I open my mouth to speak.

Currently eating: sesame bagel with butter