Sunday, December 15, 2013
12.15
I'm slowly becoming aware of my left hand again. I had to dig it out of the snowbank I landed in and had to pull myself into my car, but I can feel my hand again. I'm burning bits of seat cushion to stay warm. I just hope someone drives past and realizes I'm still in here, because I'm feeling awfully lightheaded. Tell Marcia I love her.
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Oh, if I hadn't ventured forth today in the stupid snow, then this wouldn't be as worrisome. Poor guy.
ReplyDeleteI am so glad I didn't get stuck.
This reminds me a little of that super dramatic letter/poem thingy written to a supposed dead girl's mother to warn against drunk driving. I very much want to go back in fictional time and tell this person to wear a seat belt.
ReplyDeleteYeah, it's always difficult to read things like /To Build a Fire/. Why is the protagonist so stupid? Why am I so bothered? Why is this famous? And so on.
ReplyDelete... So props on the reading of famous works and being unimpressed (positively hipster) by it?
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