Nothing like a pointless hour walk in driving sleet...

...only to be told, once I reached my destination, "ooohhhhhhhh, noooooooo, you didn't get our message?! The party's cancelled!" OK. Great. Wonderful. Refer to this post, please, when I bitch about how I've been exhausted for WEEKS straight and you go, "WHY?" YOU try walking through driving sleet for an hour. With a bag of shit draped around your neck. One of endless logistical nightmares I face. DAILY. But i'm not gonna rant about the snow and sleet. I LIKE the snow. Particularly late-season, shocking, 2-days-after-it-was-almost-80 snow. I'm merely pissed at...well, no one in particular. That i've wasted time, energy, and money on getting somewhere...and then it's cancelled. And NOW i'll likely have to endure a night over at the parents'. Just what I love...HOURS of my time wasted. Nothing to do. Nothing to organize. Not my own bed. But you don't need to know all this. I'm just venting as I inhale pizza that I demanded be ordered and sipping my 2nd cup of post-walk tea. In fact, the more I write, the more i'm getting aggravated. So I will stop.