This always fucking happens. It's like when you go to make an appointment to see the doctor, and the day of your appointment, the symptoms that had been worrying you fail to manifest themselves on that particular day.
I KNEW this was going to happen.
For those who don't know, I go to school about a half-hour to forty minutes away. Today all morning it has been snowing steadily. The forecasts were calling for 5-10 cm of snow throughout the afternoon.
After much deliberation with myself, I decide not to go to school today, lest I find myself stranded a half hour away when the snow picks up tonight.
At the time when I was going to leave, it seemed like a really good idea to stay home, seeing as the snow was thick enough that I couldn't see from one end of my building's parking lot to the other.
Of course, what has happened now, is that NOW that it is 3:15 (my class started at 3) and far too late to catch even half the class, once I get the girls dressed and to their dad's and then drive down to Barrie, well NOW, of COURSE, the snow has stopped, oh and the plows have probably gone by, and it's EVEN SUNNY OUT!
Now, I am missing what is probably a pretty effin important lecture on Durkheim and Spencer, as well as cancelling the pool-playing plans I had with my friend Jay for tonight.
I'm just saying, it better be a fucking Blizzard come 5:30 to 6 pm -- the time that would normally be driving home -- so I at least feel a little bit good about this decision.
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