Shoveled snow on the front sidewalk this afternoon. My words to the mailman were so morbid, "Hope you don't break your neck!" There was not enough snow to work up a sweat, so I just felt cold. Last night I found myself discussing the word preposterous after it appeared in Paul Auster's The Country of Last Things. Speaking of which, I still don't know what's happening on Prisonbreak. If the main guy is a genius with a photographic memory, then why did he need to tattoo a map of the prison on his body? Well, the character has the mannerisms of a DC professional, and he's in a prison, so it must be allegorical. Also--mental note to find some mad libs in other languages.

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