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I am so, so in agreement with John Scalzi on this particular topic.

I have shovelled my car out from car-high drifts no fewer than three times in the last four days. On Thursday, I had to call my car company so that they'd come out and jump-start it (free service, hurrah), because it needs a new battery and I can't afford one right now and it's been really cold, plus the engine's not heating up in what sunshine we're getting because it's encased in ice and snow wtf.

The snow's hip-deep. Walking to class is like walking through a tunnel.

I like the snow. I do. I'd just like a bit of respite from the "toil" part of it so that I can enjoy it.

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Last night, I dreamt that I'd had both legs amputated at the knee for some reason. I'm not sure why, and it had obviously been some time, since I was getting around on crutches just fine (no, no prosthetics - just crutches. This is giving me a level of balance and coordination I don't actually have. Dream, remember.) and was generally pretty happy. I got as far as the arena, where this guy sat down next to me and said "hi, I'm Jarome", and then I taught Jarome Iginla how to play sled hockey.

It was kind of cool (the sled hockey part, not the not-having-legs part), but I was disappointed that it wasn't a Hab.