Prison

Okay, vacation started hours ago, why I am still here?
Granted, I didn't finish my last final take-home exam until 4:30 this morning, and then went to bed at 6, and the entire east coast from Pennsylvania down to Bolivia is covered in a half inch of ice, but STILL. Cripes. Lordy. Santa Maria. Jumbalaya. Tanqueray and lime.
The weather wasn't even that bad here. It was all rain this morning as I slank out the door (slinked? slonk?), bypassing the drunk girl in the lobby who asked me for a cigarette, to drive up to AFIT to slip my Management Aspects of Information Warfare exam underneath the prof's door. Then the 3-5 inches of snow "they" said the rain was going to turn to never materialized. Flakes fell for few fours fut felted fon fhe froads. But better safe than sorry, and the weather on the other side of the (*snicker*) "mountains" looked a heck of a lot worse for traveling in, especially at night, especially on thirty-eight minutes of sleep.
I took the extra time to wrap a bunch of presents and clean up the dumpster that is apartment 415, eat the last of the frosted flakes, and recharge my flux capacitor for an early morning escape.
Stoopid weather. I would have been home by now.