Leaking

Given the amount of snot coming out of my skull as we speak, I can only conclude that I am finally manifesting my mutant powers, and they happen to be mucus-based. Just wait until I can snare villains at 50 yards with booger nets.

Now that that grossitude is over and done with, I will inform you of my plans for the day: get blitzed on cold medicine, listen to the most psychedelic music in my library, and play WoW, looking at the pretty colors and chugging orange juice.

On a related note, my local Star Market appears to be collapsing under the weight of ice dams, as there were at least three closed off areas with makeshift water capture setups, and more delightfully brown soak-throughs visible in the hung ceiling.