I'm gonna have to consider this gross-ass weather an ailment. For some reason, it's giving me some crazy writer's block, and I just can't shake it. Normally words are my jam, but today the snow just won't stick. My brain feels like a bag of pink mush, or slush, I guess. Honestly, my brain feels a lot more like my brian (the reoccurring misspelled version of brain). Who is this brian that shows up whenever I'm talking about my brain? I couldn't tell ya. He's pretty damn annoying though. I don't think I'd invite him to my birthday, or anywhere for that matter. His sole purpose is to interrupt a variety of well-worded sentences, and I've never actually met the guy. Screw you, brian.