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Dear snow: I like you, but I prefer you when I don't have to venture outside. This whole sneaking up on my in the night thing? Not funny. Making me slip the moment I step outside, forcing me to do aa slapstick routine trying to avoid actually falling on my arse and getting my trousers wet? Also not funny. Stop it, dammit!

*eyes 136 icon slots, whimpers* I cannae take the pressure, Cap'n! *flails*

Logging system: still arse. It's either really fucking slow, or it's its usual kinda slow, but with a side order of page/javascript errors every two clicks. Haaaaate.

*pokes the_cortex, whinges* Updaaaaaate!

I'm hungry and bored. Woe is me.