So I get home and put the dog out. He goes running off. A little while later I hear barking. I open the door and yell for him to come in, he keeps barking. I stick my head off the deck and can't even see him. That's cause he got himself wrapped around a tree at the far end of his run. And the crust on the snow may hold 100 pounds of dog just fine, it does not however hold 150 pounds of Gail. And the snow is really freaking deep in places. I almost got stuck. I scraped up both my shins though my pants and got snow down the back of my pants. Plus my gloves are wet so I didn't wear them and now I can just barely feel my fingers. Not cool.

For any MCR fans on the ol' flist, Frank Iero (sp?) is going to be on LA Ink next week.

In other news I'm quite tired. The roommate has gone to bed just now so I have no one to entertain me.

Also I got the splinter out of the top of my foot finally. Okay so I haven't tried since Sunday. But it got a little infected so it came out pretty easy. Well I think it all came out, two pieces came out so I'm hoping thats all of it. The roommate couldn't see any more, but the spot it came out of is pretty red and irritated at the moment.