Greeting from the Land of the Ice and Snow

I may have been a little off when I said we were under 4 feet of snow.
Philly actually got six feet. My place only got about three.
My mother's birthday is tomorrow, so I expect to partake in some frantic wrapping and hyperventilation, and there will most certainly be some more cake batter on both the ceiling and the dog. I'm still trying to get last year's off.
Last year I actually nearly destroyed the kitchen altogether, had a complete nervous breakdown, and tried to lock my mother out of the house until the cake was done (she had a key. Blast.).
I'll try to take it easy this year, for the sake of my mental health.
Speaking of mental health, I'm on campus and just saw a guy in a Cookie Monster suit walking down the street. I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one who saw it...
Sincerely,
Charlotte

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I'm on campus as of now. I got in a fight with my cats this morning, so I'm covered in orange hair. When the get upset they spontaneously begin to shed explosively. Like porcupines or grenades.
As I speak, there is a man-made ski slope next to the bell tower, complete with man-made snow. It would seem that there's a rail jam for snowboarders. I think they're trying to sell something. They've attracted about 100 spectators, briefly including the author. Personally, I'm only interested in watching a bunch of idiots fall over while trying to snowboard in the middle of Philadelphia. Let's say I have a bit of a sadistic streak.
Anyway, Fox News is here, so look out for it.
I'm trying to get a job at Amnesty International. Wish me luck.
(Mostly) Sincerely, Charlotte.