Is this living?
I don't have much to reflect about here either. The sky is a particularly depressing shade of gray, snow has been falling in big wet clumps since Friday, and the temperature is just low enough for the snow to stick and just high enough for said snow to be a wet, sloppy mess on the roads and nearly impossible to shovel or drive upon. Also, the potholes I must zig-zag around every morning on the way to school somehow morphed over the weekend into jagged unavoidable trenches of severe tire damage. Right now I'm waiting for the UPS guy to show up so I can sign for a package that isn't even mine, when I would rather be on my way to work out before my motivation wears off. This, I suppose, is living. But just barely.Bleah.
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