I woke up this morn­ing and I couldn't move my legs. At all.

Win­ter is offi­cially here.

As I attempted to open my eyes, I noticed what felt like huge irons attached to my legs, ones that I didn't remem­ber exist­ing when I attempted to fall asleep just five hours prior to that.

Lay­ing awake in bed this morn­ing for hours was enter­tain­ing, at least. Two hours of noth­ing but lay­ing there and think­ing. Two fuck­ing hours until I was able to get my legs to move. Goddamn.

It appears as if Jake has nabbed him­self a girl­friend. Her name escapes me at the moment, but what I do know is that cel­e­bra­tion should ensue in his honor. Flow­ers, great joy, I say!

The funny thing isthe boy always seems to get some kind of break when­ever I expe­ri­ence a relationship-type tragedy. Oh well. It'll give us some­thing else to talk about, other than my woman problems.…and maybe it'll pro­vide inspi­ra­tion for him to finally start writ­ing about things, which I think would be good for him.

And speak­ing of things equally tragic, the won­der­ful liquor store that's within six blocks of the com­pound has been tem­porar­ily closed. Appar­ently, they got caught in a sting oper­a­tion and sold vodka to a minor. Damn.

*sigh*

I was going to write about some­thing else, and now I've for­got­ten about it.

My knees are hurt­ing. Must be get­ting colder again.