Is it really that much to ask that if you order pizza you at the very least plow your driveway? And barring plowing your driveway, is it too much to ask that you chip some sort of walk into your driveway so that I don’t slide down it while trying to walk up it, having, of course, at this point been forced to park my car at the bottom of your driveway (essentially blocking it to your neighbors)? And, assuming plowing your driveway or chipping a path across the ice is too much to ask for, is it really asking too much that you don’t tip me a fucking buck and then clap me on the back and tease me with your “A for effort!” joke while I’m contemplating how bruised I’m going to be if I do a slip and slide down your fucking front yard?

Between work, school, and the upcoming career fair Wednesday, I feel like I’m on a tiny boat with a big hole in the bottom and only a tiny little teaspoon to keep the water out. Don’t get me wrong, I’m loving the challenges, just reflecting on how busy (and tired) I am.