Yesterday it snowed. Thus, I expected snow to be there when I got up this morning.

But it had apparently undergone metamorphosis during the night, and become slush. I like snow. I don't like slush. And unfortunately, half of my path on the way to school was covered in an ocean of slush. My shoes got all soaked.

Now, I asked myself, as I trudged through this vast plane of sogginess, what does this "slush" want? Perfectly good snow doesn't just go bad for no reason. Was it acting on its own, or had it been bought by the Mafia? Was it, perhaps, a conspiracy?

But then it rained, and all the slush got washed away. The mystery remains unsolved.

In other news...

I forget.