Failed Rant...

So, it's pretty damn cold here today. As I type this, Weather.com is showing the current temperature to be -3, with a wind chill of -28. Last night we had a low of -13, with a -35 wind chill.

This is the kind of weather that kills, and every year it kills a little more of my soul. Man is not designed to live in these frigid wastes - we are made to crouch naked in the tall grasses at the edges of the savanna, clutching a pointed stick...

Eh. I can't even muster a good rant about it. It's just fucking cold and the new daylight lamp that my mom bought me for Christmas still hasn't arrived.

In news not directly related to the semi-habitable conditions here in the Siberia of the Americas, I forked out the $50 application fee yesterday for the Creative Writing MFA here at UW. Although I slightly resent paying $50 to a university just so they can tell me "um...no thanks, we were looking for people with actual talent...", there is a certain lightness in my blackened, withered heart. It is something akin to the feeling of pale satisfaction you get when your tax return is done... you don't really like doing it, but you feel good about getting it in on time.

When I'm not huddled by a space heater, I plan to watch the Super Bowl as well. Since the Saints were eliminated I couldn't care less about the outcome, but we are going to gather at Flynn's house and watch the game on his freakishly large (like 130 inches or something) TV. It's an excellent opportunity to get together with friends, drink a bit, and watch them eat foods that I no longer allow myself. I think I will bring a big bag of salt and vinegar chips for myself. I love them - I have been very good in my dietary choices of late, but salt and vinegar potato chips are a vice I do not plan to give up. Despite being terrible for you in the fat category, they are made without any animal bits or secretions (although I hear they get the salt from the tears of angels; that's why they're so tasty).

Well, I think I'll just go stand over a heat vent and just let my kilt fill up. I encourage all members of the Flock to stay warm in your favorite way - and if you have a lover to do that with, I kind of hate you a bit right now...