It is colder than a witch's tit in a tin bra. I cannot live another winter in this place. I keep saying that, and I'm still here. But, oh my dear lord, it is too cold.
And I don't want to hear from you up there in Minnesota, Tom, about how I don't know what cold is. You are just plain nuts.
Friday, January 30, 2004
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