Manifest, manifest
It was -50F this morning. I just pulled my jeans on over my pajamas. Oh, but the world under ice fog is so delightful!! Man, from the bluff just outside the Natural Science, Fairbanks fell away into a pool of mist and blue nothing...IF ONLY IT DIDN'T HAVE TO BE SO DAMN COLD FOR THE SKY TO FREEZE!!!
As if that weren't enough (or rather, because of it), eight people called out sick from work. That's eight outta like...twelve. Soooo it was a long afternoon of doing book returns and ditzing about the store, searching for the meaning of life in the Statistics section.
My own equations may not have equaled 42, but I did find happiness elsewhere -- in the sublime knowledge that our landlord FINALLY dropped off our mail keys. Of course, the post office has revoked my package (since it was sitting in the box so long), and now I have to find some time to get downtown and pick it up (which won't happen till...Friday? Want my Stardust, dammit!).
And that's about it, except for...well...Here's to thirteen years of soft treading and salt.
As if that weren't enough (or rather, because of it), eight people called out sick from work. That's eight outta like...twelve. Soooo it was a long afternoon of doing book returns and ditzing about the store, searching for the meaning of life in the Statistics section.
My own equations may not have equaled 42, but I did find happiness elsewhere -- in the sublime knowledge that our landlord FINALLY dropped off our mail keys. Of course, the post office has revoked my package (since it was sitting in the box so long), and now I have to find some time to get downtown and pick it up (which won't happen till...Friday? Want my Stardust, dammit!).
And that's about it, except for...well...Here's to thirteen years of soft treading and salt.