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There's about two inches of snow on my windowsill. Inside. Above the radiator. And more is coming in. This is kind of scary and uncool.
I also have a semi-interview in two hours that I've been having nightmares about for the last twelve, because for some reason I couldn't get myself out of bed. Why is February always made of scary and nonsense?
I also have a semi-interview in two hours that I've been having nightmares about for the last twelve, because for some reason I couldn't get myself out of bed. Why is February always made of scary and nonsense?
