I'm sitting here waiting for the "Storm of the Century" and I'm worried about the cones? The woodstove is right behind me and it's getting really hot in here. I can't even spell anymore. I've got to go outside and checkout this monster storm. I hope I don't run out of wood. My furnace went down in January and I've been burning wood like there's no tomorrow. I was out of work for two weeks with torn ligaments in my foot and I couldn't do much around here except feed the stove to keep from freezing. My pipes froze in the mean time and my cellar filled up with water. A friend from work asked me out and now life doesn't suck anymore. It's just more complicated.

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