I was going to go out last night and hadn't dug my car out since the last storm. It took quite a while! I was mildly annoyed, but it's par for the course. I dug it out well in advance of my departure. I drove around a while to make sure my car was still running and such, then I scouted out a parking space and thought I would make it in. I didn't: I got stuck halfway in and had to dig my way in. I was terribly pissed. I didn't want to go out because, well, it would take like 20 minutes to get out again. But I got guilted into going out because I had agreed. Anyway: I was out for nearly an hour and a half with all that shoveling. I was pissed. It worked out in the end: after going out, I simply parked in the spot I originally dug out. It basically required a precise parallel park, since I only dug enough to get out. Shuck that jive!

I am excited because I am going to work on the snatch again starting today. I've been meaning to get to it and now, today, is the time when I think I can start fitting them into my current program. I've also been aggressively loading my cleans. It will still be a while before I can get a bodyweight clean. Shuck that jive!

I also met with my advisor and found out that I've probably learned everything in one of the courses I was going to take and half of everything in one of the others that may be worth taking. And half of everything in a third. Shuck that jive! Well, I will work it out.

And there's this girl. Shuck that jive!