And now, a mere 11 hours later?
A friend at work cut out the weather report from the Trib, which read "Today's High:48˚ Today's Low:-1˚"
Driving home in the near-blizzard was an adventure. My new anti-lock breaks on my new car work like a charm. I know, because I unintentionally tested them. (Pics of the new car to come soon... because it's cute and red.)
Seriously, what the fuck?
On a totally unrelated note:
Also, I am a flake. If you have called me recently, and I have not responded, please don't take it personally. I have been in a crazy state of trying to ride public transit all over hell and back/hitting up Trevor for rides/strike/tech/buying a car (in the snow) and have been a shitty friend as of late. The last couple of months have been an incredible roller-coaster ride on which I have not been a very willing participant. I'm still trying to stop my head spinning. This is not an excuse, just an explanation. So, please don't hate me when I do get a chance to call you back.
[This was not prompted by any one incident, but more just self-reflection. I'm just trying to reach out little by little to the real world. Baby steps.]
Ok. That was all very random above. I've clearly had brain fryage from too many headscarves in the show. I think at last count, there were literally 25 thousand. (Exaggeration.) And jackets. There's a bajillion of those.
Brain overload.
That is all.
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