It's official.

• I'm miserably sick.
• I get winded on stairs.
• I'm wearing shoes (and socks, pants, and 9 layers of other stuff too).
• There are 17 blankets on my bed.
• I have yet to see the sun.
• There is carpet on the floors.
• There are more than two lanes and everyone is driving WAY too fast for safety.
• My lips are dried up like prunes.
• I ski everyday.

I guess it's official then...