Freezing rain is not your friend.

Because I am, perhaps, slightly afflicted with OCD (slightly?), I spent twenty minutes after I got off work scraping all of the ice off the car. It's been icing all day. I hadn't been at work too long, but my father hadn't completely deiced it after leaving work (he only cleared the front window), so there was at least half an inch of ice completely encasing the car. I've never in my life been so glad to be driving the standard. It's small. I could get all the ice off. (I do this with snow, too, and hate it when I'm stuck with the van, because it's very hard to get to the middle of the roof.)

The stuff under the cut is not related to any of the above, and is mostly me rambling to myself. If you want to maintain any sort of delusion that I am at all sane, do not click it.


CONTENT DESTROYED FOR YOUR HEALTH


I can't hear this song without thinking of the ending of Life on Mars and being inappropriately gleeful. Oh, Sam.


...In case you'd not noticed, I have a strange obsession with adding text both before and after a cut. I can't stand it otherwise. I try on occasion - I may even have succeeded in not including pointless lines (such as this!) once or twice (and those are always entries where I'm in a strange, and usually unhappy, place, mentally). But mostly it turns up, anyway. Curse you, ability to edit entries!