Waking up late because I know I can, for today is another day inside. Another day of sitting around and doing nothing. I say nothing but I did a lot. For some reason on days like this I think that I am dong nothing but I filled the day with reading Moby Dick and shoveling. So although I got a lot done I have this strange feeling of me being lazy. Although tomorrow is another snow day I will hopefully do something interesting, not that Moby Dick isn't, that I can write about. I need to get out of this house because I feel like I have been trapped forever and I need to break free of the snows command. I love snow but I swear each week of snow days trapped inside I start to hate it more and more, I am sorry that all of these blogs have been the same but I am sick of these snow days so I promise that I will come back with something more interesting to talk about tomorrow.