||[Mar. 17th, 2002|08:35 pm]
Spring. Aahhahahaha! What was I thinking??!!!
Sleet. Inches thick in places. Old women driving 20mph. Slipping in the slush and that warm adrenaline feeling in the back of the arms when you recover traction and realize you aren't going to die this time after all.
I hate Pennsylvania.
I'm not totally strung out, but getting up for work tomorrow isn't sounding like something I'm ready to face, either.
Oh well. Next weekend's a PTQ that Ferrett promises to attend. That will leave me alone with no wheels. Enforced solitude is just what I need.