Second, I guess it's just as well that I can't walk, because there's really nowhere to go. It's going to rain for the next WEEK. I want some fucking sunshine and I want it now. If May comes and goes without a single sunny/warm weekend, I'm personally going to punch every meteorologist in the city of Chicago right in the stomach.
Third, I finished a chapter of my crappy novel last night, which pisses me off, because I was just getting used to sitting around feeling sorry for myself because I wasn't writing as much as I should have been. I enjoy my life of torpor and self-loathing, and I demand an immediate cessation of this productive behavior on my part.