While driving up, I totally saw someone go flying into the snow-filled ditch at something like 70 mph. It was impressive, and I'm not sure I can even properly describe it. I know there was a massive 25 ft high cascade of snow, and a lot of skidding... but other than that, I think that little accident shocked me more than my own.
Now, it's been a good couple of hours, and I am solidly drunk. Which is good, because it's something that I've kind of needed all week. Especially after last week and the stress-ball of doom. I think I need another week, and a lot of money. That way, I can book it to some ocean.
Whatever. I'm going to take my drunk self and go watch Can't Hardly Wait with Sandy. Wheeee!