The Shinning

Day 3 of ice. Alcohol almost gone. Diet Coke supplies squandered yesterday. No more soup, potato OR chicken with rice. Haven't had a smoke since 4 pm Sunday afternoon. Online communications only contact with the outside world just because someone (RYAN) won't return his voicemails. Can't get into work because of ice and parental car situations.

Like Homer Simpson on "The Shinning," my urge to kill is only repressed by the warm glow of the TV.