Until then, pull up a chair and enjoy some third rate blogging.
I could lament over the boring awkwardness that life in Woodstock brings, that has to wait for later because I spend every waking moment armed with a shovel, road salt, and an armada of curse words that would leave even the most hardened long-haul trucker at a loss.
I spend my days stuck in the snow.
This loosely fits the literary scope of this endeavor. I am Bryce, I drive into snow, and the misery never ends. Until Tirerack.com ships my snow tires I will be that guy sliding around the roadways, spinning out on onramps, and spending time in ditches... day and night.