Snowpocalypsis!
It's snowing in SPb!
Wait, that wasn't a happy exclamation, far from it. It was a cry of person who spent 5 minutes digging around the door just to open it. And about 5 more trying to close it back.
A cry of person who, looking out of the window, can't see the building directly across. Who shivers in anticipation of tomorrow's 2 km hike from home to subway station and from subway station to the office in knee-deep snow. And subway ride. At 9 am, second half of the morning rush hour.
Dear Mother Nature! I've learned from my mistakes. I do not love snow anymore and do not wish for it to snow. Please kindly stop.
P.S. Oh, and there's no hot water. Cocaine!
Wait, that wasn't a happy exclamation, far from it. It was a cry of person who spent 5 minutes digging around the door just to open it. And about 5 more trying to close it back.
A cry of person who, looking out of the window, can't see the building directly across. Who shivers in anticipation of tomorrow's 2 km hike from home to subway station and from subway station to the office in knee-deep snow. And subway ride. At 9 am, second half of the morning rush hour.
Dear Mother Nature! I've learned from my mistakes. I do not love snow anymore and do not wish for it to snow. Please kindly stop.
P.S. Oh, and there's no hot water. Cocaine!