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I'm staying home from work today. It looks like there's still a lot of snow in the street -- I went out and measured around 6:45 this morning: yup, eighteen inches exactly -- so I decided my bus probably wouldn't be running, but didn't go back to sleep for some silly reason. Anyway, someone drove past almost effortlessly just now (SUV, granted, but still), so I know the road is at least traversable, even if the going is slow. This means two things:
One, I'm going to work -- and the game -- tomorrow for sure. This pleases me, because it gets me away from them although
Two, they had better be fucking gone tonight. I don't think I can begin to explain how livid I will be if I have to continue hiding. I mean, I'm getting a bit of reading done, but still.
One, I'm going to work -- and the game -- tomorrow for sure. This pleases me, because it gets me away from them although
Two, they had better be fucking gone tonight. I don't think I can begin to explain how livid I will be if I have to continue hiding. I mean, I'm getting a bit of reading done, but still.
