Yesterday, I was walking with Amun and I came to the conclusion that you can tell it has been a weekend looking at the snow. You'll see shoe tracks everywhere- through knee-deep( well, knee-deep for the average height person) snow running into the other side of meshed areas and then jumping about that other side- and then falling(probably collapsing, actually). No one in their right mind would do that when it's -22C at an average. What's super is that not only is there a hustle waiting for the library to be opened on Sunday's but there is almost always snowfall on Sundays- like some sort of damage control screaming out that it's going to be Monday, again. It's actually quite comical, as it happens.
It tastes like burnt toast on the flight back to college. Everything tastes like burnt toast, the first couple of weeks and then every now and then into the semester, there's this after taste that makes me stomp my feet as I put on my coat.
Yoga. The answer is yoga. March onwards. True story. ( this sounds like a commercial but anyway.)
Sidenote( not like all of this isn't, anyway):
Go play snake while video buffers on youtube. Move around your arrow keys and the game magically appears :)
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