It's a cold night. I'm wrapping my head around something called "Visual Lightbox". I'm going to use it to assemble a digital portfolio for my Lighting Design class. "Portfolio" is really a bad word for it, since it's almost all other people's stuff, and "portfolio" implies that you made the contents yourself. But "portfolio" is what we're using, and since my grade is on the line, I'll not quibble with details.It's a cold night. There's a dull, dreary, dubbed version ofon the TV as background noise. It's the Mystery Science Theater 3000 version, so I occasionally look up and giggle. I've seen this numerous times, and I still find it hilarious. And I still pick up new jokes now and then; Maybe two minutes ago, I noticed Tom Servo trying to stare up Gertrude's giant sleeves.It's a cold night. I have cold root beer and a hot stew I made myself. Throw chicken and veggies in a small crock pot and leave it on low for 8-10 hours and you have five or six meals (or fewer, if your appetite's like mine).It's a cold night. I left my socks on tonight. And I hate socks.It's a cold night.