I hate this time of year. Especially, the older I get.

I can remember a time when I couldn't wait to go sledding. Now I can't remember the last time I did go down a hill on a sled or a snowboard. All I remember was the fact I got too big for my snowboard.

Why or why did I quit my job at the school? Now I have to work in this shit all the time. Hardly a day off.

Man, it sucks to be me. Wish I could move to Florida, but its even too expensive down there for the snowbirds.

Yeah, I'm just a bunch of negativity this morning.

I would be in bed right now if my Mom hadn't called. I gotta go shovel their driveway. She won't let my Dad do it.

First I have to shovel my own driveway just to drive over there.

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