Holy shite, a colleague just came over to talk to me with the worst onion breath. Christ, I almost fell out of my chair.
Anyway, it’s Friday, which is outstanding. I love a January where it’s 50 degrees every day. I can deal with this. And it’s 3:30 and doesn’t feel like we’re squeezing the last remaining minutes out of the daylight. It feels like spring. Which probably means that Arctic cold fronts are, at this very moment, receiving marching orders to swoop down and hit us with so much powder we’ll think we’re living on the ass of a ginorous infant.
Anyway, it’s Friday, which is outstanding. I love a January where it’s 50 degrees every day. I can deal with this. And it’s 3:30 and doesn’t feel like we’re squeezing the last remaining minutes out of the daylight. It feels like spring. Which probably means that Arctic cold fronts are, at this very moment, receiving marching orders to swoop down and hit us with so much powder we’ll think we’re living on the ass of a ginorous infant.
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