Oh, How I Hate This

the white and dead center of a boston winter approaches much like a dreadful, howling apparition. soon, i will have my first winter slip on some dark ice and bust my ass yet again. i hope i don't spoil my ten-year running record of black ice induced ass-bustings without broken bones.

soon, we will have our earliest sunset. not long after that, we will have our latest sunrise, with the shortest day in between the two. this awful period is the price bostonians pay for those lovely summer days that last forever. it won't be long before i regain my habit of muttering 'i hate this' repeatedly while traveling from one enclosed space to another. to top it off, i will not only have trouble falling asleep. i will also have trouble waking up.

i need to move to the sunbelt.