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Mar. 25th, 2008 07:39 pmSchneefuckinggestöber.
25th of March, and almost every time I looked outside today it was snowing. Snowflakes swirling, thunder, snowstorm whipping through the street, you name it. Hard enough for the streets to be white for a while in the evening and my bike to be snowed in a bit.
So I put on John Barrowman because there were barely any customers anyway, and John Barrowman makes everything a little better, did inventory and had a pleasantly quiet day, but on the whole, gah.
No wonder I'm rapidly sliding into depression. If M. tells me about all the wonderful walks she took in the wonderful snow tomorrow I'm going to strangle her.
25th of March, and almost every time I looked outside today it was snowing. Snowflakes swirling, thunder, snowstorm whipping through the street, you name it. Hard enough for the streets to be white for a while in the evening and my bike to be snowed in a bit.
So I put on John Barrowman because there were barely any customers anyway, and John Barrowman makes everything a little better, did inventory and had a pleasantly quiet day, but on the whole, gah.
No wonder I'm rapidly sliding into depression. If M. tells me about all the wonderful walks she took in the wonderful snow tomorrow I'm going to strangle her.
