Monday, February 2, 2009


I walked out of my apartment yesterday after a weekend of huddling within my lined trousers and doubled socks.  After drowning my sorrows in hot chocolate, I'd convinced myself that at 30 degrees, surely I'm safe.


No sooner had I stepped foot on pavement than my feet flew like italian sausages on a pogo-stick, bruising both my ego and my behind. I didn't crack the concrete, but its safe to say I cracked my head as my zip code remains the same. 

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