I hate the motherfucking wind, fucking wind, fucking wind
I think I nearly got frostbite today. It was so cold. It was so cold that salt didn't melt the ice. It was so cold the condensation from my breath froze into perfect tiny ice pellets on my scarf in the sun. It was so very cold.
But I didn't die, or suffer lasting physical damage (I strained the thing in my leg I always strain when I walk too far too quickly), and I was only wearing a single long sleeved shirt under my lightest winter coat with flimsy gloves and a hat that didn't properly cover my ears. So clearly the conclusion is that today I defeated winter, rather than was defeated by which would be more typical.
It was actually a rather nice day. The class that I hate was canceled. I had my last Egyptian class where we all completely failed to listen to Prof. Santa wax poetic about the second tense sdm.f verbs, and instead tried to figure out our final and make sarcastic comments. (I guess Middle and Late Egyptian had an entire second shadow series of tenses that weren't temporally different from the regular ones, just more emphatic. I agree with your baffled silence, invisible audience).
And then after class I taught Jackie the "I hate the motherfucking wind, fucking wind, fucking wind" song as we braved the out of doors. This song is jolly good, and every one should sing it. There isn't much of a tune, and it just really degrades into profanity after the second "fucking wind". Teach it to children! No one likes the wind when the standing temperature is 0.
But I didn't die, or suffer lasting physical damage (I strained the thing in my leg I always strain when I walk too far too quickly), and I was only wearing a single long sleeved shirt under my lightest winter coat with flimsy gloves and a hat that didn't properly cover my ears. So clearly the conclusion is that today I defeated winter, rather than was defeated by which would be more typical.
It was actually a rather nice day. The class that I hate was canceled. I had my last Egyptian class where we all completely failed to listen to Prof. Santa wax poetic about the second tense sdm.f verbs, and instead tried to figure out our final and make sarcastic comments. (I guess Middle and Late Egyptian had an entire second shadow series of tenses that weren't temporally different from the regular ones, just more emphatic. I agree with your baffled silence, invisible audience).
And then after class I taught Jackie the "I hate the motherfucking wind, fucking wind, fucking wind" song as we braved the out of doors. This song is jolly good, and every one should sing it. There isn't much of a tune, and it just really degrades into profanity after the second "fucking wind". Teach it to children! No one likes the wind when the standing temperature is 0.