If tomorrow sees me eating chocolate torte and humming Muppet songs while dressed as a nearsighted fruit bat, it will be entirely Pirateking42’s fault.
I’ve been out of college for a pretty appreciable period of time, now. It’s been years since the phrase “snow day” has been relevant to me. Still, the second I notice even slightly-above-average snowfall, I’m going,
“SNOW! OMG, YOU GUYS, YOU GUYS, LOOK! LOOK! IT’S SNOWING! IT’S SNOWING REALLY HARD!”
“THE FLAKES ARE GETTING FATTER! YES! QUICK, TURN ON THE TV! IS THERE A LITTLE WARNING TICKER-THING AT THE BOTTOM OF THE SCREEN? IS THERE? THERE IS? THERE IS!”
And then I inevitably end up watching for school-closures, and if by chance the district I graduated from nearly a decade ago is listed…
Yesterday, I was just the right combination of sick, sore, and sleep-deprived to honestly think that with the right Google search terms, I could negate the death of Raul Julia.