So last week, my right foot had some sort of bug bite infection, and swelled to 30 times it's original size, and I couldn't walk for 5 days (although I could hop like an idiot, which the kind folks at CVS thought was especially funny. Yeah, get back to your mobile homes so you can watch wrastling, which isn't funny at all). It got a little Lord of the Flies mixed in with Planet of the Apes at the apartment, since I couldn't really stand up for very long, and didn't clean up much; you could actually look at my floor and reconstruct what I've been eating for a week. Don't worry Boone Doggle or Drunken Monkey (they were away on duty with their respective action shows); it's been cleaned.

And I didn't even know how to get one of those handicapped stickers for my car, so I could make use of my foot. But I was picking today to go out for a stroll, liberation from watching Dr. Phil and Oprah, and all 34 of the court shows: 2 and a half feet of snow on the ground, in a place where people can barely drive on dry pavement.