So, I just got home. I left my house on Thursday.
I went out for coffee with a friend. Once we were done with coffee, we went to her place to hang out. She had a few other friends coming over as well. It started to snow, and my friend said she didn't want to drive in the weather, so I just slept on the couch.
It snowed all night, and then all Friday. During a short let up in the snow, I walked to the gas station to buy chips and drink and such things. Another friend took advantage of the let-up and made it to the house I had stayed at.
The snow continued, and so began our Disney movie marathon. We played board games, shared stories, and laughed and joked the whole day away. The snow still hadn't let up, so we all spent the night again.
Did I mention that I was the only male in the whole house for the entire two days? The last 42 hours of my life might actually constitute the plot of an anime, conversations about the end of the world and the need to repopulate included.
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24 inches in a year? There's 24 inches in my pants right now.
Steady, Frankie ...