Snot icicles.

It is officially winter because today, I slipped on a patch of ice and fell on my ass. I was walking in Shubert Alley, and stepped on a puddle that was all frozen over and hidden by slush. When my right ass cheek hit the concrete with a thud, everything went BLOTTO for a few seconds. The next thing I remembered was looking up and seeing a hideous poster beckoning the January 2006 revival of A Chorus Line, and several passersby who had stopped dead in their tracks to laugh at me. Some even pointed. No hot men came to my assistance with handkerchiefs to comfort me or to ask if I was ok. No, I just got laffed at by a bunch of evil dykes.

Still, pity from strangers (even in the form of ridicule) is very useful. Normally, this time of year, from the lack of warmth and sunshine, my depression kicks in and I find myself lying on the living room sofa, crying about everything and thinking mean thoughts about everybody.

But now, thanks to this generous outpouring of charitable disillusionment from the witnesses to my slip and fall, I have a spring in my step, and renewed energy to finish out the Wintertime of 2005.

Good thing I wasn't hurt worse this afternoon...it is fucking annoying in NY right now.