Anyway, it's 5am. The neighbor kid is already out shoveling the driveway they never even use. I swear to god if he wakes my husband up, I'm going to flick him in the ears. And there isn't even enough snow yet to bother with. We're under a blizzard warning, sure, but it's not here yet. Go back to bed, son. Seriously.
Scraaaape. Tap. Scraaaape. Tap. I may kill him even if he doesn't wake the Hubs.
So yeah, blizzard warning. 4-8" of blowing white stuff. I can't wait until we can afford for Hubs to retire so we can get the hell out of this cold place. I don't mind a little snow. Really I don't. But after growing up in Michigan and going to college on the sunny shores of Lake Superior, I'm so over it. I guess it wouldn't be so bad if I never had to leave the house, but I smoke and the landlady has forbidden it inside.
There's an upside there, but I'm in the middle of a vent - and there are no upsides.
And I can't do NaNo this year. I mean, I could, but I promised myself I was going to finish this rewrite before I started anything new. Since I'm only in the middle of chapter 18 out of 31 chapters, I can't write new words now. :pout: A friend and I are planning on doing NaNo next month, but it's just not the same.
I think I need another cup of coffee. Maybe another pot of coffee. Time will tell. Now, though, since I'm wide awake, I probably should get some writing done.
Got anything to vent about? Go for it. As long as you're not specifically nasty about me or any other human-type life forms, it's all good.