Still trapped inside. More ice and snow on the way. Time is beginning to blur and become a meaningless concept. I hear things... I'm hearing things. Funny things. Personal hygiene... what? Maybe I really died in a car crash on the way back home with the pizza the other night and this, all of this, is some terrible purgatory... or worse.
Thank God I've got the gun and plenty of Cheetos.
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