I'm so lazy that I didn't even go out last night to shovel and scrape off the car. It was about 10pm, I got my boots and shit on, opened the back door, and was punched in the face with -20 wind chills at 25mph. Total buzz kill. I sat back down in the recliner, poured another cup of coffee and lit a bowl of Strawberry Cheesecake. My car has about a foot of snow and ice on it, and we get wind chills of -40+ for the next few days. Fuck all that. If I need to go anywhere (which I won't) I'll just Uber it around, no problem. It'll be 40f and rainy this weekend, that should melt most the shit off my car. So unproductive during the shut in, wake and bakes and binge watching stupid shit. I have to remember to shower - I smelled something earlier that I couldn't believe was coming from me...