So here’s how my Thursday is going to pan out.

As of right now, the high is supposed to be 30 degrees, 14 degrees lower than the predicted temperature yesterday.

I will drive to the pageant almost immediately after school in hopes of securing an early entry wristband for Jack’s, but they’ll probably be sold out by then. In the rare event that I do obtain a wristband, I will bury myself under blankets in my car until half an hour before doors.

If they’re out of wristbands, I will freeze outside in line for a good three and a half hours and my vehement hatred of winter will triple as well as my amount of posts sobbing about how much I hate cold. I will probably have to have a few limbs amputated due to frostbite.

But I won’t have a choice. I want an early entry wristband, so I’ll drive the 45 minutes to the venue and I’m not going to drive that far back home only to drive back up there. I’ll be stuck.