A SHITTON OF SNOW has bombarded our surroundings, leaving my apartment mates and I in a slight state of stranding.
Do I mind? No. Work called me at 10:46 a.m. to tell me, “We’re closed down, enjoy your day.” Did I mind? No. I went back to sleep until two. Today is awesome. I don’t have to shower (though I’m not sure I would have regardless), and I have a valid reason to wear sweatpants. As far as I’m concerned, I can sit here and sip on my Celestial Cranberry Apple tea all the live long day. I’m not even going to make my bed, because I’m just getting back in it in two hours anyway. And homework? Ha. Homework. I might start that at 10.
While this synopsis seems utterly desirable, I should mention a few drawbacks to being grounded:
• We are on our last roll of toilet paper. Let’s hope this passes before we have to move on to dinner napkins, or worse, paper bags.
• I am currently eating the last existing chocolate in our apartment. Ooop, it’s gone.
• My vehicle is buried in two feet of snow. That’s the problem — it looks like two feet from my window, but I’m almost certain it’s five.
• Why didn’t I think to stock up on Oreos for this event? WHY?
• There is a week-old box seafood medley leftovers and two pumpkin bars from Thanksgiving in the refrigerator. At the rate that we are consuming food, it might be our only hope for survival in two days. Dear Jesus.
In any case, I’m here. In my sweatpants. Greasy and grounded, absolutely loving it.
All Oreo donations accepted — I may even be willing to take reduced fat Oreos if the need becomes that dire. I’m in apartment 210. Slip them under the door, I’m too disheveled to open it. Thanks a million! You will be greatly rewarded with the surplus of maple syrup that takes up a third of my cupboard.
Love.
jc
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indeed, ’tis a magical sort of day.get this: i READ THE NEWSPAPER today. i never do that, ever. oh, and i’m growing a blizzard beard. anywho, stay warm!