(Much better title than ‘Snow day’ … cheers Andrea!)

For the last week or so, we’ve had snow. Proper snow! Not the watery sleety kind you get at home. Here it’s powdery and soft and makes a pleasant creaking noise under your feet. It’s incredibly cold, and slippy. The lake in the Public Gardens is frozen over. You’d see the occasional snowman. I can’t really enjoy it all, though. It’s Essay City for me right now. Hamlet essay due Tuesday, Creative Writing portfolio due Wednesday. Then my Shakespeare exam on Saturday, and my psychology exam tomorrow week. I’ve only got – yegods – 13 full days left here. Wish I could enjoy them properly, just focus on the important things, like Christmas shopping. Stupid college.

There’s a thin little tail protruding from one of the mouse traps in our kitchen. I can only assume there’s a mouse attached to it. It looks sort of poignant actually, poking out like that. And all day yesterday we could hear this squeaking, which is possibly the other mouse wondering where the dead mouse is gone. I know they’re vermin and everything, but – awww. We’re all too girly and jumpy to actually get rid of the trap though. So, we’re sharing our living room with a corpse. Lovely.

It just struck me that Futurama’s eccentric professor, Hubert Farnsworth, could be named for Philo Farnsworth, inventor of TV and lead character in The Farnsworth Invention which I saw in New York last week. Cooool.