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HOLY FUCK THAT IS A SHITLOAD OF SNOW!

Fifteen fucking centimeters! Six inches! A SHITLOAD!

Melle: *steps outside, not suspecting a thing*
Melle's feet: *disappear in snow up to ankles*
Sam: *plays California Dreaming*
Melle: ... Very funny.
Sam: Antropomorphising me again, are we?
Melle: Oh, cram it.

ETA: ( HP personality quiz. Did not see this one coming. )

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I have very little desire to do anything today. I don't even want to go and get groceries (in FIFTEEN CENTIMETERS OF SNOW!), which means I'll either have to get them tomorrow or starve to death this week.

Feh.

Right, right. Plan. Right.