So instead of plowing, shoveling or hiring the local neighborhood punk to clear all of this white shit from my driveway for me I've decided to stay in and enjoy some:
Screwdrivers and strong coffee, milf porn, the new Zeppelin Celebration Day disc and the awesome mind fuck of trying to write something, anything worth reading. Plus 4 Advil and dreams of painting her toenails all makes for an interesting night. Where is my muse when I need her?