Eyeballs + Gouge + Noose = Winter

[NONE_too_SOFT]

here we are. at the apex of the largest storm of the winter.

The eight of march, two thousand eight. White out conditions.
Pulse - Normal
Respiratin - Normal
Blood pressure - 259/215


Stress is not even a good word to understand how i feel right now. This weather will end me. When people decided they could tolerate snow and ice, they must have been high on poison woods berries. They must have been sniffing a s ass to get as high as they had to have been to think that having to deal with multiple feet of snow, anually, every year, was a good idea.

Heres another theory. I have wronged somebody in the future. this person has gone back in time and settled my family far far more north and west than i should have been. Their only motive was to inevitably try to kill myself. For whatever reason i have wronged this person so bad that their hatred for me is black and sticky, oozing with hate and stinking of rotten flesh.

Their plan is succeeding.