pardon me. it's the season, you see.

guess how many times i slipped today? five. and although not one of them was as bad as that time a couple of years back when, a second after i stepped out of the car, i found myself flat on my back, staring up at the cloudy, sun-free sky (this OF COURSE had to happen just as the stoplight turned red. my little sideshow was thus seen and loudly appreciated by a schoolbus full of cheering kids, and buses and cars of people who were only too happy to have their minds taken off the hell that is called driving in slush.), it was still five times more than i cared for.

guess how long i shovelled snow today? i can't tell you the exact time because my brain wishes to shut off the nightmarish memory, but it was long enough for me to still feel like i'm nothing but a big lump of pain.

and so, to the next deranged person who wishes for a white christmas: go shove(l) it up yours.