Majesty Snowbird

It’s been bitter cold for weeks. I say bitter because I am. I’m cold and I’m bitter and I’m repeating myself over and over again.

It’s not even February.

And I’m exhausted from it. I don’t know if I have mono or the winter blues. Is there a difference? These days, it takes wild amounts of coffee to get me going. I come home, get back under the covers, and doze off reading the Times online. I complain too much. I’m not as adventurous. I’m not as happy.

My feet are cold.

The city is no good to my shoes, and my boots are all taking a beating. The ten minute walk from the A/C/E has ruined my favorite brown ones. I’m down to my crappy three-year old faux leather pair from Payless.

I can’t wait for sunburn. I can’t wait for heatrash. I can’t wait for sweaty subway rides.

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