I got so depressed by the surprise (at least to me) snowstorm today that I just decided to buy a whole large pizza from Pizza Hut and eat it. I was able to eat a whole medium once before, so in a way, eating a large constitutes progress.
But goddammit, this winter just broke me. I've been slipping and sliding my car so dangerously because the Polar Vortex froze the snow that had already fallen, I couldn't plow the half-foot that fell last week because my garage door is frozen, and now I have to face not one, not two, but three goddamn snowstorms over the next week. And my fucking garage door is still frozen and I still have no goddamn clue as to how to fix that.
I'm done, I guess. I really should get around to shoveling the snow that fell today, but ... I don't want to. That's the classic definition of Seasonal Affective Disorder.
(sigh) Man, I should finally get around to working off this pizza gut. Nah, maybe not.
But goddammit, this winter just broke me. I've been slipping and sliding my car so dangerously because the Polar Vortex froze the snow that had already fallen, I couldn't plow the half-foot that fell last week because my garage door is frozen, and now I have to face not one, not two, but three goddamn snowstorms over the next week. And my fucking garage door is still frozen and I still have no goddamn clue as to how to fix that.
I'm done, I guess. I really should get around to shoveling the snow that fell today, but ... I don't want to. That's the classic definition of Seasonal Affective Disorder.
(sigh) Man, I should finally get around to working off this pizza gut. Nah, maybe not.
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