I have the Blah's. It's saturday night, and I'm home alone. I'm tired, feeling sick (there's a lump in my throat... predecessor to what I know is going to be a SORE throat), and it snowed all friggen day, resulting in a winter hellhole in my neighbourhood. (I hate snow). I left the house early this morning to take my car in for servicing. In the two hours that I was out, a good 1.5 feet of snow hit the ground. I was contemplating getting a haircut & going to the gym, but the slippedy-slide on my way out of the dealership persuaded me otherwise. I already spent a half hour shoveling that white crap out of my driveway, but I'm fairly certain that there'll be a nice lump of it tomorrow morning for me to attack; either the result of more snowfall, the assmunch showplow, or most likely... both. I actually HAD plans tonight to head downtown to a get together, but I've cancelled that idea. I've also been made aware of a birthday party for a friend of mine which I also won't be attending for the reasons listed above. I've ordered a pizza. I hope it'll be here soon. Blah. Moe.