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It's March. Why is it snowing? Why is the weather behaving like this is the Midwest? Around these parts the snow stops in Februrary. *looks up* You hear that sky? FEBRURARY! It's MARCH! You see what I'm saying?!
And I believe I failed to mention that the zipper on my winter coat broke about a month and a half ago. Yup, my sweet puffy black down coat that I've had since my senior year of high school, the one that lasted me through five years of undergrad in Illinois is busted beyond repair. No zipper means no protection from the homicidal wind whipping it's way through the streets today. Even walking from the train stop to the college was killer. Had to hold my coat shut and by doing so compromise my ability to stay balanced on two legs. This stupid wind is worse than Midwest wind. I'll bet it came from Canada. I'm blaming today on Canada. If I learned anything from dating Marc Schumann it was that everything is the fault of Canada.
Tony called in to work today so it's just me and Don. Don doesn't know how to work circulation so I'm not going to be able to take my break tonight. Last night I didn't have any money so I wasn't able to eat during break. I was all cranky and sugar deprived by the time I got home. I was looking forward to having a doughnut this evening. Grr, guess I'll just have to be all grumpy again.
God it's not even six yet. I don't know how I'm going to keep myself busy tonight. Things have been surprisingly slow for midterms week. Last night crawled by like a crippled dog, and it doesn't look like it's gonna get any better. This place is half empty due to the snow. Almost no one on the computers, a rare sight if ever there was one. In fact my entire purpose in typing this entry is to give myself something mildly worthwhile to do. I hope the snow tapers off by ten. I don't want to walk home in this shit.
I want to read. But I don't feel like reading the book I brought with me. Bugger. Don't feel like writing either. I want to play computer games but Carol is over here typing a term paper, and the last thing I want is her getting all in my face. Blah, any ideas on how I should spend the next four hours of my life?
And I believe I failed to mention that the zipper on my winter coat broke about a month and a half ago. Yup, my sweet puffy black down coat that I've had since my senior year of high school, the one that lasted me through five years of undergrad in Illinois is busted beyond repair. No zipper means no protection from the homicidal wind whipping it's way through the streets today. Even walking from the train stop to the college was killer. Had to hold my coat shut and by doing so compromise my ability to stay balanced on two legs. This stupid wind is worse than Midwest wind. I'll bet it came from Canada. I'm blaming today on Canada. If I learned anything from dating Marc Schumann it was that everything is the fault of Canada.
Tony called in to work today so it's just me and Don. Don doesn't know how to work circulation so I'm not going to be able to take my break tonight. Last night I didn't have any money so I wasn't able to eat during break. I was all cranky and sugar deprived by the time I got home. I was looking forward to having a doughnut this evening. Grr, guess I'll just have to be all grumpy again.
God it's not even six yet. I don't know how I'm going to keep myself busy tonight. Things have been surprisingly slow for midterms week. Last night crawled by like a crippled dog, and it doesn't look like it's gonna get any better. This place is half empty due to the snow. Almost no one on the computers, a rare sight if ever there was one. In fact my entire purpose in typing this entry is to give myself something mildly worthwhile to do. I hope the snow tapers off by ten. I don't want to walk home in this shit.
I want to read. But I don't feel like reading the book I brought with me. Bugger. Don't feel like writing either. I want to play computer games but Carol is over here typing a term paper, and the last thing I want is her getting all in my face. Blah, any ideas on how I should spend the next four hours of my life?
