::Root Beer Mission::

-Brain is quite adamant on reporting essential needs of the body
-Dreams are suddenly inundated with visions of Root Beer
-Open my eyes to an alarm clock that reads: 4:47 a.m.
-Am parched
-Throat feels as if I am swallowing sharp knives
-Stuffy nose
-Damn dry air in scorching hotel room will be the death of me
-To my dismay,I realize I'm fresh out of those overpriced water bottles that the personnel so generously spread about the room (obviously to save me in this occurrence!)
-Desperately ... I call the front desk
-A quick glimpse out the window to ensure that snow has in fact, not yet stopped!
-Groggily, I throw on layers of clothing and thigh high boots
-Trudging around a building or two in efforts of reaching the main office... I find I am considerably exhausted and quite fucking cold
-But! I am inching closer and closer to destination!
-ROOT BEER AWAITS ME!!!
-Oh!! But what is THIS?! I am sliding all over the place ... What is this ...Ice?! Ice did this?!!!
-I am on my ass now. Flat on my ass now. Sharp pains shooting through my tailbone and my legs.
-Minutes later, I am still on my ass. Bitterly, I refuse to get back up, as if by furthering my suffering, perhaps I am teaching the sidewalk a lesson!
-At some point, I am hobbling toward door to get this almighty Root Beer I envisioned at an earlier point...in a dream.
-I get back to my room and I drink this Root Beer ...
-But it is not the same. In fact, I could do without another Root Beer for a long, long time.
-I haven't figured out the moral of the story, quite yet. Root Beer doesn't quite quench your thirst, so trekking through snow and ice is basically futile ...or California would have never done this to me? I'll take that trip to TX now, thank you. At least it's probably only flooding there, rather than icing over.