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Dec. 3rd, 2002 06:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
anotheranonI have come to the conclusion: It is cold. Damn cold, real cold. So cold that all efforts to improve my posture vanish as my body involuntarily tries to contract into the fetal position in order to conserve heat.
There is static everywhere. Kisia sticks to my polarfleece jacket. As soon as the lights go out, I'm sure I will witness the astounding feline light phenomenon of sparks appearing to fly from Spice's butt.
It is also dry. At D.'s fine suggestion I will probably use the parrafin-wax hand spa thingy tonight. Meanwhile the rest of my body, including my sinuses and eyes will be drier than a gila monster in Death Valley in July.
No, I don't like winter. Can't you tell?
There is static everywhere. Kisia sticks to my polarfleece jacket. As soon as the lights go out, I'm sure I will witness the astounding feline light phenomenon of sparks appearing to fly from Spice's butt.
It is also dry. At D.'s fine suggestion I will probably use the parrafin-wax hand spa thingy tonight. Meanwhile the rest of my body, including my sinuses and eyes will be drier than a gila monster in Death Valley in July.
No, I don't like winter. Can't you tell?
