It's snowing. HARD. It is starting to stick. All I want to do is go home and snuggle up in front of the fire.
It's snowing in Portland. On March 28th. Huh? This is madness. And a sign of the apocolypse. When the revolution comes, there will be snow in summer.
Don't mind me. I am a little batty this morning. This cold is making me fuzzy headed. I should stop typing in public for a while.
Speaking of the revolution though, let me reccomend a book... possibly the best book I have read in years. I was sad when I was done, because I wanted to keep reading it.
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