I learned the other day in Anatomy and Physiology class that while the body can tolerate internal body temperatures up to 106 degrees Fahrenheit before saying "um... really?" and then dying, the body cannot tolerate temperatures below 95 degrees F. Now. That's interesting, and almost relevant to what I'm about to say. Because, I hate winter. Winter is cold, and it makes me cold. Physically, mentally, spiritually... I think my normal body temperature is around 96.8 degrees, because, when I have a temperature of 99, I'm not feeling fantastic or functional. But I think this is why I can never become warm in the winter. Maybe.
But anyway. Today I had to defrost the windshield of my car five times. This snow is very sticky. Sticky like... sugar. Maybe a giant who lives nearby flung a giant (i.e. giant for a giant... so... very large) bag of sugar into the air, and then shot it with a gun. This would explain the sticky quality of today's stupid snow. Additionally, I think Warrensburg is sans vehicles-responsible-for-clearing-roads. You had all day, people. It started snowing at 7am. You have had ample time to make the roads drivable. I hate this town. And winter. And snow.
Snow isn't even magical anymore. There's no listening to "Silent Night" and then imagining a dark, cold, bitter, snowy night... much like tonight! The Christians would have done better to move Christmas to February, so that most of the world could look forward to the coldest months of the year. But no. They moved it to the Winter Solstice. Which isn't even when Jesus was born, theoretically. Maybe I'll move my birthday to a day which is easier for people to remember. Just because.
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