I despise the weather. It's honestly entirely too cold to function, and beyond that, I'm convinced the winter time makes people crazy. Howeva, in the eternal words of Evana Josephine, as he (or she, rather) stumbled down the street last night on a bogie break, "it's not cold if you're a sloppy bitch!"
Fair play, Evana, fair play.
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