change of heart

dear snow emergency:

if i have to spend one more fucking hour sitting in my apartment without internet access, watching angel season 4 and drinking hot chocolate, i am going to kill someone.

this morning, my downstairs neighbor kindly helped me dig/push/rev my car out of the six inches of frozen snow that surrounded it. i repayed him with a pack of pall malls, a mountain dew, and getting stuck trying to get BACK IN to my parking space, which required more digging/pushing/revving. all in all, my run to the gas station took two hours.

i'm at the coffeeshop right now.

i walked. it was the most difficult, harrowing block of my life. i'm very tired.

also, my car is now making this rapid PUT PUT PUT sound, and won't go above 2000 rpms no matter how far down the gas pedal is pushed. we'll forgive this one in part, snow emergency, simply because i'm under warranty for another couple thousand.

i just want to hang out with my friends, and drive without mortal peril, and take my refugees to the bank (THAT was a fun phone call, trying to explain to some southeast asians with minimal esl skills that i wasn't coming to take them to the bank because it was a snow day).

i'm so bored. and lonely. and annoyed. and bored. and hopeful that some kind gentleman with a truck will offer me a ride home.

fuck you, snow emergency.

lindsay.