yeah. um. brr.

My inside thermometer says it’s 62 degrees. I think it’s wrong. I haven’t taken off my hat or coat since I got back from dinner with Jodi. Outside, it’s -6 and someone (not me) has to go pee.
I may be sleeping in my winter jacket that was covered in a Red Headed Slut Saturday night. Man, that sounds more exciting than it really is.
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