Dec 30, 2009 03:51
[The snow has eased up enough for you to notice that there is a familiar novelist with three large suitcases, glaring at a mound of snow as high as he is and blowing on his hands.]
This is the worst idea I ever had.
((BREAKUP and Eiri has nowhere to go. So he tried to build an igloo. Mock him. Please.
off to work! picking up afterwards.))