There's supposed to be a snowstorm tomorrow -- at least two inches, maybe four. Damn, and I wanted to go eat at St. Paul after this experiment at the U. I'm going to.
And there's the motherfucking big one -- probably half a foot, maybe more going into my workweek. My garage door is still frozen shut, so if this storm lines up like the meteorologists are saying, I'm fucked.
And then there might be another one Thursday. Hey, I still can't go anywhere because the roads are still too slippery. That's because of the damn snow; we don't need more, ffs.
And there's the motherfucking big one -- probably half a foot, maybe more going into my workweek. My garage door is still frozen shut, so if this storm lines up like the meteorologists are saying, I'm fucked.
And then there might be another one Thursday. Hey, I still can't go anywhere because the roads are still too slippery. That's because of the damn snow; we don't need more, ffs.
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