Tootsie Rolls and Snowstorms.

I just ate some juicy Tootsie Rolls. The plump bite-sized ones that are slightly larger than the minis that everyone's used to getting from the bank or the doctor's office. I love the way the sugary and artificial sweetness seeps inside your mouth as you chew. That fake chocolaty taste is wonderful too. Earlier, I had some bread with unsalted butter. Crunchy and toasted little baguettes. That's about it. I suppose this is what you do when you're indoors awaiting a bigger buildup to the snowstorm that's supposed to come. Which one? The one that President Obama just called "Snomageddon" since Washington D.C and Maryland just got dumped with I think over two inches? I really don't feel like looking that piece of useless information up right now. I haven't had dinner yet. Nor have I read anything today except some boring article on Differentiated Instruction in classrooms. Same old redundancy that's grad school that's led me to resurrect writing one of these things. Please pardon all the random musings that I've written. Nah, never mind.