Today, I'm feeling kind of bummed. It's supposed to snow. That means I can't go out for New Year's, as I need to take my manual chair, which is dangerous in slippery conditions. I can just see calling my mom and saying I'm in the hospital with a broken leg. That would be fun (or not). I'd never stop hearing about it. I for some reason can't seem to wake up today. At least, I sent in my story and poem to the contest. So, I won't get out this month at least, which several competitors are in danger of.

Categories: snow [t], new year\'s [t]

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