So during work this evening we're supposed to get hit with our third (fourth?) blizzard since the New Year. More than the four inches we got first, then the six inches we got second. Maybe eight, even ten?
The timing of this keeps pushing this snowstorm later in the day. Which means I am getting more and more compelled to bag the afternoon and leave early. I don't know why, and I really don't want to, but if this snowstorm is as bad a monster as they say, and if I have a chance to escape it, I'd be a food not to. Hey, maybe I can make up the hours later in the week?
Fuck this snow. Fuck all snow.
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