Case of the 'Mondays'

Today, well... today sucks.  There was a blizzard last night in various parts of New England, which left Boston under a butt load of snow.  A butt load.  I usually love the snow, but these days  I have to hobble in it.  You know what happens when you lose your balance in the snow?  I do.

I got to work this morning, after much arthritic frustration, and just sort of lost it.  My mom called as I was changing into my lovely uniform of khakis and a dark blue henley.  It's really sexy.  Then, the tears came.  I was struggling to put on my sneaks as I explained to her how my sucky condition is weighing very heavily on me right now.  My mother has been my best friend, but when obscenities fly from my lips, she is less than pleased... and usually hangs up the phone.  Today, she didn't hang up.  She sighed, told me that she loved me, and that this will pass.  

20 minutes later, I was sent home to rest.  The company that I work for is pretty damn cool.  So what am I crying for??  This last week was amaaaazing.  I spent Christmas with my family in Rhode Island, donated over a foot of my hair to Locks of Love, and started working toward a really great cause.  Let's recap.

I woke up this morning to snow covering our living room window.  Annnd the rest of the windows of my basement apartment.

Garden Level, huh?  More like Buried Alive Level.

This is where I took a tumble.  Good thing the streets were empty.

Brighton got a blizzardy beat down last night.

I mentioned that I donated my hair.  Here's the before shot.

Here goes nothin'.

The first cut is the deepest.  Look at me trying to be emotional and witty.

after, after, after...

I always feel like a seven year old boy, and now I look it.

So, all in all, I can't complain.  I'm looking forward to New Year's celebrations (Mainly to experiment with cute new bows and headbands), but more importantly, this New Year's Eve marks my living in Boston for THREE years.  Yeah, I guess it's my longest relaish.

Oh.  And this was the best gift I got this year.

I told you I'm seven.

Have yourself a merry little Monday.