We got around 5 inches of snow last night which have been beyond exciting if it wasn't for the small fact that I had to drive home from school when around 2 inches were already on the ground.
It was a terrible drive, with several points where I couldn't see where the road stopped and started at all. At one point, I contemplated just pulling over and just staying in the car until the storm passed, whenever the storm passed.
I'm bringing this up because while my life flashed before my eyes and I was pretty sure this snow storm was going to be the end of me, all I could think was "it's okay, Whitney. You saw how Lost ends, you've lived your life".
And that's how my brain works.