Well, it snowed. Seriously, there's white powder on my roof and it isn't the cocaína, either.
(Which, speaking of, go watch this and this, and then marvel that starlets and junk bond traders put that shit up their collective schnozes. God, it's a vile process for a vile habit.) (Drugs. Don't do it.) [/end_Nancy_Reagan]
Anyway. Snow. Cold. A predicted high of 32 degrees F today. Fan-friggin'-tastic. Tomorrow, I'm on a plane to the tropics, but today the Weather Channel is telling me it's 30 degrees outside, but it feels like 19.
And it snowed. I've only seen snow this early in Albuquerque one other time in ten years.
It's cold and I'm miserable -- the lament of the sun-loving desert dweller.
Blogging will be spotty for the next couple of weeks --if at all -- because I'm going to be hiding in said tropics until winter retreats or my vacation runs out.
God, I hate being cold.
(Which, speaking of, go watch this and this, and then marvel that starlets and junk bond traders put that shit up their collective schnozes. God, it's a vile process for a vile habit.) (Drugs. Don't do it.) [/end_Nancy_Reagan]
Anyway. Snow. Cold. A predicted high of 32 degrees F today. Fan-friggin'-tastic. Tomorrow, I'm on a plane to the tropics, but today the Weather Channel is telling me it's 30 degrees outside, but it feels like 19.
And it snowed. I've only seen snow this early in Albuquerque one other time in ten years.
It's cold and I'm miserable -- the lament of the sun-loving desert dweller.
Blogging will be spotty for the next couple of weeks --if at all -- because I'm going to be hiding in said tropics until winter retreats or my vacation runs out.
God, I hate being cold.
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