Stir Crazy.

I can't even remember right now when exactly the snow first showed up, but at this point it's less like Dean Martin's beloved "Marshmallow World" and more like "Three Unkind Words, Ten Seconds and a Dry Meatloaf Away From a Bloodbath That None Will Survive". The point where the snow is novel and interesting has long since passed for us here in the Sky Valley and now we've reached the point where there is no law except the law of snow.

I saw a guy driving down the middle of the road with his window open and a beer in his hand. You can no longer tell the homeless people from the norms. THIS, my friends, is the Law of Snow. It's like Thunderdome ala "Mad Max" meets "Insomnia" and "National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation".

In the epic words of Eddie from the aforementioned film, "Sh*tter's full!" That should be our new motto in our quest to just stay sane right now.

Me, I'm hanging in there. I was trying very hard to read "High Fidelity" by Nick Hornby and drink coffee, but I'm not the only one here getting stir crazy. I realize that other people cope differently than I do and they don't know they've told me that story five times in the week we've been cooped up together and OH, SWEET ODIN'S EYE -- MAKE THE WHITE MENACE END!

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I'm cool. I'm fine. Really. Phew! Just...blowin' off steam. Oh, and all this endless time trapped inside my house has given me plenty of time to finish inane creative projects of mine. Such as making Midge the Merciless pug of doom a glorious new shirt. Don't look at me like that. It isn't "crazy", okay?



Pugs with their tiny squished noses and paws cannot regulate temperature or pant like other dogs can. She needs the extra warmth. So, ha. Don't knock it until you try it, you smug, equally snowed-in person.

No, that's MY coffee, lap dog!

Current Music: Modest Mouse - "The Good Times Are Killing Me".