According to the sheriff, the snowpocalypse is nigh. This is the same man who told us to sleep in our nonexistent basements a few days ago, when all we received was a steady downpour, so I'm taking this with a grain of salt. Be that as it may, we have stocked up on peanut butter and crackers. Not gourmet, but it'll keep us from starvation should the worst happen and the power fail for several days.

I'm holding on to a ton of tension right now. Everything aches. Whether it's hormones or the weather or the slow-motion collapse of my country and the hysterical frothing on both sides, I don't know. Maybe all of the above. I want to read, but my face hurts, and I'm so sleepy. Oh, for the energy of youth and the wisdom of the past twenty years.

Feh. I'm just typing to type and keep my commitment to keeping a blog again. I'm going to drink the Crystal Pepsi Roomie unearthed at the Walmart and watch Survivor Series 2016. Maybe things will be more interesting tomorrow.


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