vehicles vs. the snow

So, this morning I go over to my father's house because the weather has been kind of bad and I figured I'd take my stepmother's SUV to work since it's bigger and theoretically less likely to slide; a rather logical plan. I grab the SUV, pull out of the driveway and go up the big driveway hill. Right at the edge of the street I stop the car so I can grab the newspaper and the car manages to slide about twenty feet backwards down the hill into a snow bank. I notice a little yellow light pop up on the dashboard which I'm sure means something horrible so I look it up in the manual in the glove box. The manual says the light means "slide." Is it not clear that I'm sliding? Can I not tell that I'm sliding? Apparently not, the dashboard has to tell me. Ahhh!
Anyway, I spend a good twenty minutes or so digging the car out with a shovel and my hands, reving the engine and so on trying to dig myself out, to no avail. Of course, I'm supposed to be at work when all of this is occuring. I call the store and explain the situation while my boss laughs in amusement at my situation. Next I call AAA and after about a half hour of listening to their lovely advertisement based audio recording (why do they advertise to people who are already AAA members, hello, captive audience!!!)I speak to a real live human being who tells me it can be up to four hours before they can get there. Sigh.
At this point the SUV is stuck at a point where it's not blocking the driveway or the neighbors' driveway so I go grab my car and figure I'll take that to work. I back out of the lousy parking space I'd chosen and manage to back into another snow bank right behind me. The driveway is ridiculously narrow and it's thus unavoidable. I manage to get my car really stuck there too, redo the whole shoveling bit, no such luck. I'm somewhere between hysterical laughter and screaming obscenities around now.
I go back inside the house and walk around with my shoes off hoping to regain some feeling in my toes. Eventually (far less than four hours later) the tow truck guy arrives, and in the process of pulling the SUV out of the snow bank the tow truck gets stuck. Again, hysterical laughter meets screaming obscenities. After about half an hour he calls a tow truck which manages to pull him free and eventually they get the SUV out onto the road. I ask if he can get my car out of the snowbank closer to the house and he tells me it's far too trecherous for him to go down there since he already got stuck close to the house, in his words, he says to "wait it out" or in short, wait until the snow melts and then drive my car out. It's freaking February, that could be months and I'm blocking the entire driveway.
I opt to take the SUV to work which I'm already two hours late for and call my father on the way. He doesn't care at all about my emotional well-being, or that I've just spent a couple hours outside digging and am now exhausted. He's concerned about the case of wine in the trunk of the SUV that could potentially freeze, and demands that I find a way to move my car so he can get his car in the garage when he returns from his vacation tomorrow. Ahhh!
Anyway, I go to work and after a few hours the manager sends three guys to help me push my car out of the snow bank. It took surprisingly little time to get it out and I left the SUV behind and now am using my car. So that has been much of my day. Tada! Reason 732 why I need a vacation.
This has been another absurd tale from my absurd life. Proving once again that reality is far more amusing than fiction. Thank you very much.

My thesis is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake

I feel like I've said the same thing seventy five times, but I haven't said it at all. For my literature review I have five categories, but everything seems like it could go in every category. How is this possible. When do I get to write my own thoughts? When do I get to say something I think instead of trying to write out what has already been said for the last eighty years? Now I know why people like to analyze new books, there aren't that many people to cite. Or maybe I should pick someone really old who isn't popular, so not popular that nobody has said anything on it. But would anyone care then? I've got to find somebody really old that is great and then I can inform the world. I need to make friends with a literary archeologist, then I could get access to an old manuscript and teach the world. What I need is a new (old) Chaucer, or Cardenio, I need someone to find Cardenio and give it to me. Can someone arrange that?

What happened to global warming?

Didn't Al Gore go on and on about Global Warming in An Inconvenient Truth? This doesn't look like Global Warming to me. It looks like freaking ridiculous snow crap.

This isn't even good snowman snow. It's all powdery, not packable, snow. Bah.

Now, nobody respond to this explaining what global warming is to me. I know what it is. I'm just bitter, bitter cold at least. I'm so not driving to class tomorrow if it's still like this. I recant all statements about being willing to drive in any weather that I made yesterday. It'll take two years to get to class and I haven't the energy.