YOUR WELL-DESERVED FRIGID DEMISE
The windows are open, it looks like it will be a gorgeous day.
A high of around seventy degrees.
Oh my gosh, was that an earthquake?
Dammit, I just saw a fruit fly!
There's no more pot!
Later today I may just take my surf board down to the beach; we're probably gonna have a barbecue and dance in the sand. Margaritas! Guitars!
Seriously, though, I love reading about extreme weather back east. It tells me that even with everything wrong in this world, and Washington being taken over by subhumans and trolls, there are still bright spots, where the sun is shining, and soft balmy breezes soothe the brow.
Butterflies, wildflowers, and gay maidens.
We're not snowed in, suckers.
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