I just put the friggin’ storm window up in my room, imaginary readers. I hate what storm windows represent. My personal challenge this year is not to fall into a depressive spiral in response to snow. Because fuck weather, I should make my own moods. It just doesn’t seem to turn out that way, usually.

It’s supposed to snow tonight. (Last night to you, I suppose. [I’m in the past!]) Wish me luck, imaginary readers.