It won't be long before we'll all be there with snow

What is it about falling snow that's so calming? I woke this morning with my left arm aching from where they poked me and drew away my life source, concern for my lack of ability to speak spanish, worry for my abysmal econ professor and irritation that my chemistry class is becoming more and more like my dreaded physics class from last semester. Now I sit in my window niche, watching, "Guess who's coming to Dinner?" and gaze at the falling snow. My only concern is that I may not find a man as wonderful as Sydney Pointier. I think that's a worry I can handle.