Snowed In

I never really understood the concept of being 'snowed in'.  Growing up in Massachusetts, I figured it was akin to living in a cabin in the remote parts of Alaska, where it snows 10 feet at a time.  You just hunker down near your kettle of stew and ride out the winter.  However, after the snowstorm across the southeast, I've now been snowed in for 2 days, and a third is all but certain at this point.  I live on the bottom of a hill in a cul de sac.  The hill is complete ice.  I've seen a couple four wheel drive vehicles get up the hill, but all other normal passenger cars haven't.  There has been no mail delivered.  No trash picked up.  No UPS deliveries (which includes my copies of DCUO and Venetica).  The cul de sac is barren, devoid of any life outside of countless children sledding down the hill.  They provide no relief, as they bring no news of the outside world, my video games, or my cigarettes.  Hell, none of the little assholes are even enterprising enough to shovel driveways.  When I was a kid, winter was prime time to make a killing.  I was buying a new NES game a week on my snow shoveling money.

Ah yes, cigarettes.  I have about a pack and a half of my regular smokes.  After that, I have some old light menthols that I keep around for those times when I have a cold.  I should also have a couple half packs of Indian smokes (sub-continental, not native-american) that an employee brought to me a while back.  I think there are also a couple Parliament Lights in my junk drawer.  I must do a quick inventory, rather than this mental exercise.

Overall, my spirits are in good shape, but starting to deteriorate.  I waste away my time by doing work, as my internet connection hasn't missed a beat.  However, the days are starting to run together.  I haven't shaved since Friday.  I'm debating a Lovecraft reading marathon, to kind of ease away the boredom like the Pilgrims did, reading classic horror on their kindles.

I'm looking at the same people every day.  There is no variety.  Only a half-hearted will to survive.  Surely, cabin fever will come to claim me.  I keep telling myself that I'll be able to escape the cul de sac tomorrow afternoon, but I don't really believe it.  I know full well that temperatures are dropping, and tomorrow looks to remain below freezing for the whole day.  This will undoubtedly lead to more ice from the meager melting we saw today.

I lost a fish today.  I set up an aquarium a couple of weeks ago, and bought 4 little tetras to get it going.  As luck would have it, the tank cracked along the bottom, releasing approximately 24 gallons of water into my media room.  Due to some fast thinking from my girl, the fish were saved.  The aquarium and pedastal were replaced by PetSmart and all was well, until this morning.  One of the little tetras, seemingly devoid of hope that the roads would clear and freedom would once again ring in the cul de sac, was found dead on the bottom of the tank.  Moment of silence for Clingy McGee (my lady's fish).

Well, that's about that for the time being.  Hopefully, I'll be freed from this tyrannical ice before I go batshit crazy.