i'm super duper bleary but it's warmer and the wind has dropped. copp was rolling like a fool and i threw him snowballs which he regards as white magic. i took a mini-bottle of sake and put on his head but it kept drunkenly rolling off. i walked in the blizzard home yesterday and back today and vowed again to take my bike if i have to push it part way. but life being a struggle anyway i'd prefer not like bartleby but i'm not in a clerk-type postion in a law firm where i once balked. now i got to walk til i'm dead.