Attention St. Thomas students - In a blizzard, you do NOT have the right of way in the middle of the goddamn block. Compared to a semi, you are tiny and squishy - comparatively, you should find it easy to stop and start in snow. The 1.5-ton cars, 2-ton trucks, and four-ton semis DON'T - so don't pull this "frolicking in the intersection" bullshit, or you're liable to get your ass killed. You already caused two accidents today, so do us all a favor and use the goddamn crosswalk, or we drivers will fucking kill you. We promise.
Stepping down the patch and inclement weather means I really, really want to kill something. It should not take an hour and 15 minutes to get to work - not like I get a choice, but this is just fucking ridiculous ricockulous. That plow that made me turn left is a good example - it took me 20 minutes to turn myself around, and I was nursing a serious case of road rage by the end.
It also doesn't help that when I thought my computer had been fixed, it is in fact righteously screwed. No video, no sound, no nothing. The damn thing is only three years old - what the hell? So I get to spend my free time this week fixing the fucking thing - again. I don't have a spare to test the parts on, so I'm not feeling particularly happy at the moment.
The only good thing I can say is that Johnny English is, in fact, brilliant.