I don’t generally have photographic evidence of freezing my ass off when we run out of oil, but here’s an example. March of last year.

We ran out of oil last night. I called the oil company, left all of my information, let them know that we were completely out, and assumed when I arrived home from work today my house would be toasty and warm. WRONG! Apparently I was supposed to pre-pay, not mentioned by the dude who took my message last night, naturally. Brrrrrrrrrrr, kids. I am wearing thick sweats, winter socks, three layers of shirts, a fleece hat and my fingers are like tiny bricks of ice. NOT COOL. Also: OIL FURNACES SUCK.

I’m happy that it’s Friday. Tomorrow I just want to paint, paint, paint and then some more painting. Maybe a trip to the gym. A nice leisurely stroll with the pets. I didn’t take them for their daily walk today and Maggie keeps shooting me looks, like really? We wait around all day for you to come home and you’d rather be on the computer? Of course not, pets, but it’s DARK AT FOUR THIRTY. Excuse the all caps. It’s just that maaaaaan…this time of year bums me out. Not clinical depression, mind you, just a whole lot of whining. That’s what blogs are good for, right? Whining?

Have a good weekend, blogeroonies. I will be watching drag queens perform on Sunday night, and I am STOKED.

And, for good measure, enjoy this song that I recently heard on the Biz Markie Pandora station. Remember when hip hop was fun?