I'm pretty sure I hate every single commercial shown on Fox during the Simpsons reruns.

Ah, unemployment. Funny how days off lose their luster when they're unstructured. Bored and lazy, I watched The Basketball Diaries, which is pretty much the definition of mediocrity. Finally, I decided to go running, which in a perverse way is a lazy cure for laziness.

Boy, was that a mistake. Driving to the fieldhouse took about twenty minutes in the snow, what with the traffic and the snow, and my car's poor traction, and the snow.

The drive back took even longer because I went down Riverside and picked up a burrito at Panchero's. It was now rush hour and every stop light took forever. I was starving but I refused to break into my burrito in the car because I'm experimenting with new forms of delayed gratification.

On Gilbert, heading up towards Bowery, I saw a man dressed entirely in black run into the street. He hopped around, gesticulating wildly and dodging cars. I looked in the rearview mirror, trying to figure out what his deal was. It almost looked like he was trying to commandeer a passing car.

In a few weeks, this snow will melt and the river will rise, and we'll all get our sneakers wet, slogging through April. It'll be wonderful.