I like living in Minnesota. I actually do. But there's always a couple of periods in January and February where it gets really cold. Like right now. At this current moment? It is 10 below zero. And the wind chill is 24 below. If you live by the Celsius temperature scale instead of Fahrenheit, that's 23 below zero with a wind chill of 31 below. In layman's terms, that's OMFGTOOFUCKINGCOLDWHATTHEHELLISGOINGON MYFINGERSACTUALLYHURTWHENIWASHEDMYHANDSJ
Seriously. If I didn't mention this to you guys? The dishsoap on my kitchen sink, which is up against an exterior wall, has had ice crystals in it for two days. It's no wonder I've been unable to concentrate: not only is it still getting dark at a ludicrously early time, my brain is probably permanently frozen.
I would really like to go to the Art Shanties on Medicine Lake
this weekend, but...daaaaamn. They're claiming it's going to warm up to around 20, but considering how I've spent all night since I got home from work at 10 pm huddled under the big fluffy blanket trying to keep from shivering, I don't think I'll be doing anything outside in the next few days.
And now that I've finished writing about Life on Mars
, I'm off to bed, where I can huddle under multiple fluffy blankets.