Ummmm…my google sidebar says it’s 22 degrees Celsius outside. I was just outside; trust me when I say that it’s not. It is, in fact, -12 (-18 with the windchill) as I write this.

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I sold my old computer tonight to a friend of Stanzi’s. I was a little nostalgic to see it go, since it’s been my workhorse for almost six years, but all things must end. Hey, does anybody else hear “Turn, Turn, Turn” playing in the distance?

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Stanzi and her friend (for whom I’ve not yet come up with a clever nickname…let’s call her, oh I don’t know, say…”hair fetish”) also bought me dinner as thanks for bringing the computer over and setting it up. It was a pub full of old people, so I figured that when they asked me if I wanted my curry hot I’d be safe. Hyaaaaaaaaa homina. I only ate about a third of it. It killed me. Granted, I’m a hot food sissy, but I only got about five bites in before my eyes were watering. I just ate the chicken and threw in the towel napkin.

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It’s nice to not read economics sometimes.