You have no idea how much I hate snow right now.

[enemyofperfect]

And neither do I. The bleak loathing I feel towards it cannot be measured, or estimated. It may be that this is the dark energy which makes up 68.3% of the known universe, or it may be that the animosity I now bear is infinite.

The snow seems to be infinite. Not all the world is snow -- other types of matter are permitted, so far, to exist -- but I suspect that it goes on forever.

We are running out of places to put it.

The snowfall we have received is in excess of requirements. Are you missing snow that your locale had been allotted? I think we have it. Please join me in contacting the weather authorities to arrange its prompt delivery to its intended destination.

We're told to expect more snow tomorrow.

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[catharsis_logs]

It was reassuring in the sense that it's not something I can really reasonably be afraid of or dread because it's not the type of thing I could prevent. Those are types of things that would kill everyone really fast and so I should just focus on my own life, and not worry about things I have no hope of stopping.

*sends good-sleep vibes your way*