I. Hate. This. Shit.

That said, everything else in life is dandy. Tomorrow can't arrive soon enough. I simply cannot wait! Huzzah.

If she has a God damn problem, then she'll just have to deal with it.

No! Must stop dwelling on crappy things in life! Must be happy! Must force a smile...can't...quite...oh forget it. Not worth my time.

Wow...instant noodle cup flavouring comes in globules now. Will wonders never cease?
So, a lovely day, if not frightfully cold. And tomorrow, I trek to the South West. Hooray.

I really should have stayed awake...now I won't be able to sleep tonight, and I have to be up by 10:30. I must also brave the bitter Arctic winds to shovel the driveway of every molecule of snow visible to the naked eye. Now, at the late hour of 10:00 pm, I am going to make soup. Delicious nutritious soup. Even though I am not quite over my horrid cooking ordeal and would be quite happy if I never had to set foot inside a kitchen again, but alas, I am hungry. And Friday wasn't so bad. Although I do try and block the cooking part out of my mind. Go Shawshank Redemtion!

Thoroughly dissapointed.
Last night, I opened the jar of Skippy's brand peanut butter. No, I didn't want any. The idea of it made me want to vomit, and their mascot is a wretched squirell. But I just had to know. With anticipation, I slowly lifted the lid, and peeled back the foil cover. I looked. Alas! Tears sprung to my eyes. Skippy, "The one with the peanut on top!" is no more. No decorative legume. I...I have to go mourn.

So that's why there was no water this morning...that water pipe on McKnight burst. Yay.
Okay, it's really really really cold. Especially for those of us living in the Yukon. But it is ever so pretty! A fresh blanket of white over everything, and frosted windows. Where was all this lovely snow before Christmas? Apparently Mother Nature is a little behind. Or she is a bitch. Maybe both?
And now I am going to listen to music. I don't know what, but whatever suits my fancy will do.

Bla.....argh....
So ill...I can't even think about eating...I have felt sick since last evening. Sorry I wasn't online to those who wanted to talk. I was curled in a fetal position on my bed, praying for death. Or to not throw up. Yay.