This is my new favourite icon.

The downside of the holiday season. That's not a smudge on the camera lens. It's a half an inch of sleet and ice. I actually left the apartment an hour and a half before class because I was worried about sliding around on the highway. And all of those big, burly SUVs kept darting around me -- I was going, like, fifteen under the speed limit -- kicking up wet road grit. And the only reason I'm out at all is because we've got presentations in class tonight and, since it's the last class, I felt doubly bad about staying home. The girl sitting next to me is also in my class and lives about as far away from campus as I do. She's freaked out about driving home at 9:15 tonight, too. Blerg. Class should have been canceled.

This morning, Todd and I went to see about an apartment closer to campus. We stopped by the leasing office of the most promising candidate, but they told us they leased the last remaining one-bedroom last week. That was the place that even offered a student discount. I don't know where Todd and I are going to live next semester. It sucks, because we both want to be closer to campus and, given the way the weather's been acting, I'm really pressing that objective. I hate driving the highway when I have to contend with the ice.

I KNOW I'M COMPLAINING A LOT, BUT GOOD LORD. MY BLOOD PRESSURE.