I had a dream that the whole gang was holed up at Sam's house because we'd been having a movie night when a sudden blizzard rolled in and buried his house. It was fun for the first few days, but then Kyle got stir-crazy and smashed up the TV, and Eric crawled into Sam's closet and didn't come out for six days, and then the heat died so we smashed up Sam's bed and used it for firewood. And then me and Aaron got in a fight over the last packet of hot chocolate because it was the only food we had left, which was really pointless because then Kyle stole it, so neither of us had any hot chocolate.

So clearly, the moral of this story is that if this ever happens, I need to hide all the hot chocolate right away before anyone can steal it.

Fucking snow.