we're still cold

I was fooled by the relatively decent state of the road by my home this morning. Though I did fear the giant flying pieces of ice whipping off cars driving fifty miles an hour. That is really scary. I don't want to know what would happen if one of those foot long pieces hit my windshield. 183 was a total nightmare, access road and freeway alike. There's still a ton of ice on the elevated parts of the road. I saw a couple accidents, and dodged more flying ice. In the course of driving to work I discovered there is no way for me to get to work without crossing four different bridges minimum. I've been trying to think of a way to get home that does not involve bridges, and I'm stumped.

This winter cold business was fun for about one day. I'm tired of it now. At least I got out of the house yesterday. The apartment complex has sort of kind of removed most of the broken tree from the driveway out. I went out for dinner last night, and things were still rather icy in spots. My gloves remain slightly damp from the soaking they got yesterday. The cold makes me feel stiff and creaky, and all I want to do is take a hot shower and climb into a warm bed.

With luck, most of this unpleasant weather will go away in the next week. (I can hope anyways.) I'm going to plan a Texas Kolach road trip or two. Yes, yes, I know. I am probably one of five people on earth enthused about driving for three hours to sample delicious pastries. But Texas is beautiful, kolach are divine, and it has been too long since I did something that combines some of my favorite things. I'm going to sit down with a map, plot out some courses and see how many little Czech bakeries I can find.

My day is sadly not metal. It's a little brutal, but not metal. Dude, why did no one enlighten me to the hilarity of Metalocalypse before last night? Seriously. The wiki entry informs me that they are putting out an album. This I must have, to listen to while I drive to work. Skwisgaar Skwigelf is totally my rock star crush of when I was say, fourteen. I laughed so much, especially to a reference to Sandusky Ohio. HAH!

Это холодно, мой друг

Today I feel stiff and aching. I'm going to blame the weather. All I can think about with any clarity is going home, taking a hot shower, stretching out my legs, arms and back, and having something to eat. My calves hurt like the devil, which is sort of mystifying. I can understand why my right arm hurts, because of smacking it against the car to break ice. I am also starving, and only just now realized I haven't eaten anything at all. Well, technically I had a big cup of coffee with a little milk in it but I don't know if that really counts as food for other people. I will also blame this on waking up at 7:34am despite going to bed around 3am. Maybe I will get lucky and find out I've been injected with nanobots to make me into a cyborg. One can dream.

My voice posts were apparently really funny. Maybe I should make them more often when I'm aggravated. I've been a chatterbox lately. This I will also blame on something, possibly nanobots. Still haven't made up my mind.

I have resolved to study my Russian text books. It has been made abundantly clear that I am no longer able to seperate languages in my head. I think in hodgepodge, and there's even some French connections dropped in with very little explanation. While this may be charming and cute to Russian mobsters in seedy discos, it is certainly annoying when I am trying to construct a sentence. My pronunciation is also slipping, and I must work on my vowels. Это ужасно! Thankfully though, I was shown a nice transliteration website so I can type in Russian without having to fuss with remapping my keyboard every time.

This weekend I am going to watch a lot of movies. It is my goal. My other goal is to finish my transformation into a badass cyborg like the Major, but that one may not be feasible. Where is my scifi future, damn it?

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