We’re all gonna die. At least that’s what they say on the news.

I get kinda sensitive when people gripe about the media, being a member of the media myself. But, jesus, when you listen to local TV folks discussing the winter storm that’s headed towards Pittsburgh, you get the sense that the last great day has come and we’d all better have our shit together — or, at the minimum, have plenty of toilet paper and bread (seriously — head to a western Pennsylvania grocery store one hour after a winter storm watch has been issued, head to the bread aisle and watch the fun — it’s like that wedding dress sale at Filene’s) to sit out the horrible aftermath.

You know … until the snow melts tomorrow afternoon.

In other news, cigarettes are still expensive. Got gas on the way to work and bought a couple packs — just in case I get snowed in — and had to shell out $10. I may start driving the extra twenty minutes or so into Ohio and buy them in a state that still appreciates guilty pleasures.