I have officially been watching The West Wing online too much.  Last night I  had a dream that I was actually living in the show and had taken the place of Donna. During my time as Josh’s new assistant,  I had to attend a cabinet meeting in which the president asked me a question I didn’t know the answer to. It had something to do with the differences between Russia and Brooklyn. I looked like an idiot, and also the Pres got mad at Josh for not briefing me before the meeting. 

I need a life. My brain is definitely telling me that.

So New York did not make it easy for me to escape from it. Yesterday it definitely blizzarded all flippin’ day,trapping me in my apartment. I ended up, what else, watching online TV. I also got sucked into Camp Rock, which was cheerful and addicting as most Disney Channel movies are. I think I’m now a fan of the Jonas Brothers. 

This morning I woke up determined to get the hell out of there. This involved digging my car out of 4 feet of snow and ice for a half an hour. This was followed by trying to pack as much as I could into the car and finding that the trunk would not open. This altered my packing plan greatly, and forced me to shove as much as  I could in the tiny backseat of a two door Eclipse. Fun times. 

I finally was ready to go, said goodbye to Rachel, the good roommate.  I ignored Dawson and Ashley while trying to fight the urge to tell them how much I’ve hated living with the two of them for the last four months.  I also wanted to leave a note telling them that they better help Rachel out now that I’m leaving. I’m just happy I don’t have to wash any more of their dirty dishes. Seriously.  I guess it’s hard to clean when you have someone attached to your hip.

::Phew::

Anger gone. I haven’t been so happy to leave a place since I transferred from Tulane my freshman year of college. New York can suck it. Also, digging my car out of the snow has made it so when I get to California, I will not be nostalgic for it. 

In other news, both of my knees are a mess. My right one has a ginormous scary bruise from face planting while ice skating last weekend. My left one has a deceivingly small cut/gash that I managed to get after the TV Festival party Thursday night. Skipping dinner + free booze = bad. I definitely woke up, knee throbbing, clutching my phone, and with a bowl of pasta sitting on my nightstand. Whaa. The day was downhill from there. 

Ok. I will be in a better mood now. I’m excited for the family festivities this week. Christmas and Hanukkah.