Report from the underground:
Tolerance for video games at an all-time low.
Boiling 1.5-year-old clams smell like boiling dog chow… or like an overheated long-haired dog who lives in a mud pit.
Hopes still high for clam chowder.
White-out conditions outside.
Car still not dug out.
Wouldn’t matter – my car on the road would equal a long stay in a ditch and a long bill from a towing company.
CSA delayed until Friday.
Two tangerines left.
May decide to attempt the induction of a medical coma until the snow melts.
Don’t know how to do this without hemlock.
Don’t know what a hemlock plant looks like.
Hemlock plants are probably utterly without leaf.
Acquiring hemlock would require going outside. This would medically induce death.
Attempting to induce coma the only other way I know how:
Garter stitch scarf.