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I wish there wasn't an aura of utter cold around my window. I wish I wasn't sitting partially in it.
It's 0 out. Freaking 0. Without windchill. Today, when I walked from the Reg to Bartlett (probably 50 yards, if that), I couldn't feel my hands by the time I was 3/4 of the way across. I don't think I've been outside in weather this cold in the last epic forever. At least, not with Chicago wind. Holy ow. Seeing everyone sprint out of every available building near the bus stop, though, was almost worth it. We came from every direction, and many of us were yelling just in case the bus decided to leave without us.
(This random complaining brought to you by It's Two Thirty in the Morning and I've Got Forever Many Pages to Write, OMG BA WTF.)
It's 0 out. Freaking 0. Without windchill. Today, when I walked from the Reg to Bartlett (probably 50 yards, if that), I couldn't feel my hands by the time I was 3/4 of the way across. I don't think I've been outside in weather this cold in the last epic forever. At least, not with Chicago wind. Holy ow. Seeing everyone sprint out of every available building near the bus stop, though, was almost worth it. We came from every direction, and many of us were yelling just in case the bus decided to leave without us.
(This random complaining brought to you by It's Two Thirty in the Morning and I've Got Forever Many Pages to Write, OMG BA WTF.)
