It’s times like this, when light is scarce and I start to crave the fattiest, unhealthiest comfort food I can get my hands on, that I’m really glad I live just a few blocks from a Taco Bell.
It’s really cold out, and my mind wanders.
I’m not sure what to make of the absurdly mild winter we’re having in Minnesota.
Sudden warmth and a heavy snowpack lead to lots of water everywhere: lying in puddles on the curb, flowing down gutters, dripping from my goddamn kitchen ceiling.
I went out onto the deck to have a cigarette, and realized it was snowing. Can someone remind me again why I live in Minnesota?
I know Minnesota’s not nearly as humid as many other places. All I have to say in response is: thank goodness I don’t live in those places.