In mourning

Excuse me for not posting sooner. I spent all day in mourning after my precious Bears lost in the Super Bowl. That darn Rex Grossman. As many a sports commentator and Chicago native have said in the last two days, we're just one quarterback away from winning the Super Bowl.

Anyway, I slumped around all day not just sad by the Bears loss, but also because it's effing cold outside. A high of 22 degrees, lows in the teens. This is not ideal for my black ass.

Bee needs a transfer. Stat.

In other news:

Number of roommates sleeping here: three (Dee's the odd woman out, and has been for the last three days)
Number of bottles of wine in the house: one, though that may change if this weather stays ridiculously bitter. The girls will need alcohol to keep them warm.
Number of roommates still working well past 11 P.M.: two
Number of roommates that are on a diet: surprisingly, none.
Number of bars of chocolate in the apartment: none
Number of cartons of eggs in the refrigerator: two