Tonight was okay, work-wise. I made double what I made last night, but it's still $20 less than I made Monday night and almost half what I made last Friday, so I guess there is no point on my counting anymore. It's just too all over the place. The people were good though. Very good vibe in there tonight.

I was excited because we were leaving work and a few of us were going to get a drink somewhere else before we headed home. It would be my first time hanging out with people from work outside of that place, but there was a line at the bar we were headed to, and it was too cold to wait in line. I'm sorry, is there another way to say "too cold" because there is no way that "too cold" in any way emphasizes how fatally freezing it was out there tonight. I have a pretty good sense of feeling the temperature out. What I mean is that I make pretty accurate guesses at what temperature it is. Maybe everyone can do that, but whatever then - so can I. I can definitely tell when it's in the 20s instead of 30s. I guessed when it was 17 degrees instead of 20. (I'm really going by the "feels like" in weather.com rather than the actual temperature.) Well, tonight after we walked out of work, I swore that it was the coldest I've felt it for as long as I can remember. Even two years ago when we were in NYC, me and my castmates how to do our MTV photo shoot outside and make it appear to be summer even though it was one of the coldest days of winter. We had to stand by the Brooklyn Bridge in tank tops and open-toe shoes while the wind from the Hudson river whipped at our faces. I swore that it was the coldest I had ever been, and that I should always keep that in perspective for whenever I complained about it being cold. Of course, it was ridiculously cold then, and we were without coats. It was 15 degrees. Tonight may not have been as bad because I was in my down jacket and not outside for very long at all, but my hands felt like they were burning almost instantly when it hit that air, and in the four minute drive home, my hands had turned a dark red. Again, the coat was keeping me alive, but I knew that it was colder than it has been for as long as I can remember in Boston. I thought it was maybe 4 degrees. I was wrong. It was -9. NEGATIVE NINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh my fucking God, is it cold.

So, I have to say, tonight I feel very appreciative. Being homeless would be impossible on a night like tonight. I was lucky enough to come into my room, heat pumping into it so hard that if I never left my room today, I wouldn't even know that it was 50 degrees. I feel extremely fortunate today, and I'm glad I'm not taking that for granted.

Very randomly, I would like to speak my mind about this girl I really feel horrible for. My friend Emma has a friend named Chanel who is about to graduate this May. Chanel's parents had some sort of job transfer, and poor Chanel has to move 10 hours away just before she graduates with all her friends she's had her whole life. She has a little brother about to graduate 8th grade. She has been uprooted completely without any consideration to the emotional, social, and academic setback her parents have created for her. I feel absolutely furious about it. What is supposed to happen now? She joins classes already a month into the semester at a school in a city she knows nothing about in a class full of people she's never laid eyes on? That's bullshit. Chanel, I wish you the best of luck. It'll be a little rough, but try to stay positive. You haven't lost your friends, they're just an email, IM, phone call, page, plane ticket away.

What else, what else...Well, I'm feeling exhausted about the fact that I have to work 7 days in a row. Goddamn that can be tiring. ugh, I don't want to talk about work.

Perfect Strangers is now in syndication. I thought that show rocked, so I put it on and watched a few minutes, but it turned out to be unbelievably horrible. But speaking of Balki Bartokomous, there was some Broadway tribute on today with Carol Burnett, two other people I don't know, and fucking Balki. His voice was really amazing, as was his presence. I have to say, Second Sight was funny in a horribly stupid way. It was on a few weeks ago, and I chuckled out loud a few times.

I guess I really don't feel like talking. Sorry. I'll write tomorrow at some point.