It snowed this morning. Cincinnati freaks out. Left about a half hour early. Still had some asshole in front of me on dead man's curve. Pumped his brakes every few feet during the turn. Flipped him off as I passed. Besides that, I made it to work just fine. Got a funeral mass to attend tomorrow. Not really feeling up to it. I just feel like writing in short bursts. Some may call these sentences. English teachers may find fault with them. I don't really care.