Boozing tonight is a necessity

Cheap, red wine and I shall be reunited in a few short hours because it's April and snow is falling.

The tribal-mother-of-all-that-is-holy-make-it-stop-dance didn't work. Neither did giving Mother Nature the finger with an enthusiastic "Up yours!", nor did sobbing uncontrollably and begging on my knees for it to end.

Drunk is the only way left to deal with it. At least then it'll look all sparkly-like and pretty.