brief fucking spell my buns. I'm not enjoying this last hurrah of winter at all. I don't even have gloves to begin with. I'm as bad with those buggers as people are with their socks; I'm always losing the other pair. Add to that the fact that I get cold easily anyway -- you know how some folks can just get away with a sweater when it's 30 degrees out, so not me.
This cold weather is another reason why I'm missin' the homeland a little bit again. You know what's over there, though, that I do not miss: flying cockroaches.