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See those indents in the snow? I made them an hour and a half after this was taken. You can’t even tell I walked through it now. This insanity has accumulated in only nine hours. I keep hearing we have everything from four inches to six to eight to a foot, so I’m going to split the difference and say TOO MUCH.

What’s really killing me about this is I was supposed to go to D.C. (the heart of this mess) for the Pens/Caps game on Sunday. Considering I couldn’t even make it home from work without sliding all over the place, the likelyhood of me going from Pittsburgh to Morgantown, W.V. (where my friend April lives) to Frostburg, Md., (where my friend Gina lives), to Washington D.C. is looking very, very slim. According to numerous reliable sources (people who live there via Twitter), West Virginia and D.C. are notorious non-plowers. I have a hard enough time when I white-knuckle around here and they DO plow.

I’m trying not to get upset about this, with that you-can’t-control-the-weather-so-let’s-have-a-drink mindset. Still, a rum and coke can’t change the fact that I haven’t left Pittsburgh in months because I can’t afford to go anywhere, so having my first break away in months canceled with the stinging memory of last weeks’s fine weather is frustrating to say the least. By this I mean, I’m reaaalllly trying hard not to whine (okay, I let one slip, but no more). Since there’s nothing else I can do about it, there’s no point in going on about it. I might as well state the facts, accept it, and pick out what movies I’m going to watch. So far I’ve watched Friday Night Lights and half a Project Runway episode.

However, I can’t stay up too late because I do have to work tomorrow. And that is called bad fucking luck.