2003-12-13 - 9:38 a.m.

[ mood | cold ]

I rolled out of bed this morning after a hellish night in Kael. I was one of the few survivors. Good thing, as I was the raid mule up until that point. My character's still weighed down with over 100 pounds of swag to sell or put in the Guild bank. Anyway, I got dressed and headed outside.

It is bitter, bitter cold. I don't mean the bracing, walk-inducing, I'm-happy-to-be-alive-and-watch-my-breath cold. I mean the teeth-chattering, arms-to-the-chest, Dear-Lord-smite-me-with-fire-to-warm-me-up-some cold. I scraped my car a little, warmed her up, and spritzed some windsheild washer up there so I could see.

Bad move.

By the time I passed Cars & Credit I was unable to see. I must've looked like Ace Ventura because I was leaning my head out the side window at one point to see where to turn in to the Day's Inn so I could scrape my windsheild again. Not to mention the fact that, since I don't have a pair of gloves at the moment, my hands were so cold my fingers were a nice cherry shade of red while the rest of me was pasty white. They're still a little sore, less than an hour later.

But I did make it to work safely and on time. And tonight is Greensburg. I'm actually looking forward to it. I'm curious to see what comes of the events I've nudged into motion, among other things. That, and it'll be good to see everyone again.

Provided it's warmer down there. A lot warmer.

It's too darn cold.

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