Seriously, what the hell is going on? I'm all for having weather, but it's like walking in pea soup around here. I can't see anything unless I hold it right up to my face. I mean, I have to use a stick and hit things to get around here, like a little blind mouse. Until this fog leaves (and I hope it's soon!), I guess I'm going to have to cancel most of my plans for the week – sorry Tobias and Fergus! – because I just don't think it's safe to go outside, what with traffic and stuff all around.
I say this as I put on my coat, because I'm going to campus. There is no way in hell I'm suffering through this alone.
Aidan, I hope you're okay with a sleepover. If I don't make it to your place, please search the mountain for my corpse.