Good grief it is effing frigid outside. Between that and the news of my grandfather's impending death, today has been a brain scramble. Charrow and I said fuck it, and went out for fancy cheeseburgers (at moderately affordable happy hour prices) and beer (well I ordered the beer and charrow sipped at it because she doesn't really like beer). Sometimes you just have to throw yourself off the wagon to feel the bumps. And now I'm ready for bed. Here's the short version:
they say you will feel
warmer if you don't tense up
what a bunch of crap*
//
when life hands you crap
ball it up and throw that shit
right into life's face
*sometimes this works, but not when there's a wind chill of 6 degrees (F).
picture: part of a manhole cover, Brooklyn, NY, Tuesday (the day of never-ending errands), iPhone
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