and when I got here I learned classes were cancelled. My pants are wet up to mid-thigh. My feet are wet and I have a blister on my left heel. My hair is wet and my collar is wet and itchy. Now I have to slog through sleet and rain and freezing rain and rain and calf-high puddles and slush and ice and puddles and rain and COLD AND WET AND WET AND WET all the way home. This sucks. |
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I didn't have whiskey, but I did have dutch hot chocolate made with melted chocolate shavings. Everything is frozen today. |
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