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If by "beautiful" I mean "craptacular", or possibly "ass-tastic", anyways.
I slept ill, it's snowing and nard-freezing cold even by my standards (my boots are waterproof, but not warm), the trains were fucked up in spite of there being no travel advisory for our line on NJ Transit's website, and I sliced halfway through my ring finger while making breakfast. The resulting bandage, I should add, made it impossible to wear a glove on that hand. Or type with that finger. Public service announcement: it is very, very confusing to touch type with one hand and hunt-n-peck with the other.
Oddly, I am not in a particularly bad mood; I presume for much the same reason that people say it's good luck to have a bird crap on you.
I slept ill, it's snowing and nard-freezing cold even by my standards (my boots are waterproof, but not warm), the trains were fucked up in spite of there being no travel advisory for our line on NJ Transit's website, and I sliced halfway through my ring finger while making breakfast. The resulting bandage, I should add, made it impossible to wear a glove on that hand. Or type with that finger. Public service announcement: it is very, very confusing to touch type with one hand and hunt-n-peck with the other.
Oddly, I am not in a particularly bad mood; I presume for much the same reason that people say it's good luck to have a bird crap on you.
