Try stacking Lumber at the local Sawmill on top of a West Virginia Hill.  When the mercury crawls back in that little freakin ball at the end of the thermomter and the snow comes in one side of the mill and goes out the other before hitting the ground your "My life Sucks" lite just about burns itself out.  And Propig I have found that when you reach the bottom of the barrel someone will move it and hand you a shovel.  Oh well could still be back in Jersey so it ain't all that bad.