Woke up, saw it was snowing, pinched my arm and told myself all kinds of comforting theories; it's a lie, I'm having a nightmare, someone is pulling a prank on us, it's a government conspiracy; and settled for the last, tried to sleep it off, wasted two hours in bed before pulling out the coat from the back of my closet, ran the fifty meters to the local store, bought supplies for a week and vowed not to tread outside until it reached twenty degrees Celsius. Then I wrapped myself up in blankets, switched on the PlayStation3, launched Final Fantasy XIII and had a more or less friendly chat with Titan, the fal'Cie. A few hours later, Mom called and asked if I could investigate whether or not her flight home would be cancelled due to ashes crawling across the ocean spreading doom and despair. After consideration I figured I could lasso the chair over to the bed and get to the computer; and so I did, here I am.
