Not a whisper, no words

These past few mornings have been slow-moving, I hit the snooze more than I should, zombie my way through my morning routine and don't really wake up until I'm halfway through my first class and sometimes not until even after that.

It's been stupidly cold here lately (-40C people) and the thing that snaps me out of my reverie is the intense, biting wind for the ten-minute walk to campus.

Usually that's enough to wake me up but -seriously! Enough of this uber-cold nonsense! Where's my January of last year with it's -2 type temperatures? January, you're not who I thought you were, who you used to be.

You've changed.
It's hard not to let weather like you get this down but there's so much coming up that I can't really get sour for more than when I stop feeling my fingers. There's the BASSFACE launch party at The Pyramid this Friday, seeing the play Dionysus Is Getting Impatient which my lovely friend Kendra is performing in, The Data Dance Lv 2 (SO excited for this!), the Festival du Voyageur party, Stickybuds at The Academy, and a bunch of potlucks, birthdays, and get-togethers with friends planned in between. How can I not feel warm inside thinking about it all?

Don't forget to love yourself - Soren Kierkegaard (courtesy of my Existentialism class) Make sure you do!