I hate cold weather. It makes me crazy, it wears me out, it makes me tired all the time, makes me not able to sleep and, well, makes me crazy. Winters are never fun.

So yeah, I’m ready to hibernate. Sleeping for a couple of months sounds grand. I mean, I have a hard enough time getting out of bed most days anyway.

I had been doing really being responsible and moving forward, and I think the permafrost in the Buckeye state has set into my brain. I’m too tired to even think about writing, although I have picked up the pencil again, so maybe I’ll come out of this season with a couple of more neurons attuned to making drawrings (hello my name is Simon…and I like to do drawrrrrrrrrrrrrings).

I shouldn’t be irritated that I’ve been doing more, but I am, because I’m never satisfied. I sat in Dark Star tonight, doing nothing, talking with one of my co-workers about the store and I kept thinking “Why am I here?” Well, I need the money.

But really, how badly do I need it? I hate the times when I’m working non-stop for two weeks. I’m cutting my hours back, but it’s still $45 bucks a week. Do I really need that?

Turns out it’s yes, so I’ll shut up about it.

“Smallville” and “Angel” were good last night. Clark temporarily looses his sight, and gets super-hearing to compensate. And when his vision begins to come back, he gets glasses. Clark Kent wears glasses. I missed a whole scene of dialogue because I was laughing so hard. I don’t know if they are going to keep the glasses, but it makes sense in a down the road kind of way. “Yeah, Clark had perfect vision for the longest time, but then there was this accident and after that he had to wear glasses. Darndest thing…”

On “Angel,” I love how they are playing Angel’s jealousy of Spike up and how the two of them just don’t get along. It’s like having a sibling or friend that you were always rivals with, and then one day when you think that the stars have written a destiny for you and you alone, that rival from the past shows up and hey, maybe that destiny you thought was yours is actually *his.* Thanks for playing, we have some lovely parting gifts for you.

I actually watched an episode of “Tru Calling” tonight, which was interesting. I watched the first half of the pilot, got bored and never looked back, but wrestling was delayed by about twenty minutes (for no apparent reason, just a black screen. I know it may be hard to run a TV station, but seriously, put the right tape in) so I thought I’d give it a shot. The premise: Tru (I hope it’s short for something) is a twenty something woman (Eliza Dushku, so there’s a reason to watch it right there) who, after landing a graveyard shift job in the morgue, finds herself being spoken to by dead people, and then reliving the last 24 hours of her life to try and save theirs. It’s like “Groundhog Day,” but with a mission. Apparently they have been playing with the formula a bit lately, so there may be more to it than that (apparently Tru’s mother may have had the same powers, another mid-level actor is slated to join the cast or make appearances perhaps as her “opposite number,” trying to make sure people die, etc.). I may give it more of a shot, who knows.

I’m thinking about talking comics at some point. I’ve had an itch on the brain to get some things off my chest, but I think that’ll wait.

I’m in-between books right now because my new Dennis Lehane one, “Shutter Island,” hasn’t shown up yet. I’m thinking about re-reading something, but I don’t know what. The last few lunch hours I’ve either read comics, edited something or done drawrings (I love saying that), so I haven’t missed it that much. But it makes going to sleep easier, so I should figure something out.

I’m hungry, and should eat. Although, funny story: I don’t cook much, but I love me some chicken, so I baked up some chicken drumsticks with Montreal Steak seasoning, BBQ sauce and A1, and I ended up devouring all six of them during a commercial break on “Angel.” I’ll leave you with that visual.

Finger lickin’ good, I remain…