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My spirit of rest will consume the purest of souls! Ulmaguest!
When I stepped off the
January 17, 2004When I stepped off the bus in New York a few hours ago, the temperature was something like 15°F. Sound cold? It felt like t-shirt weather compared to Mont Sutton a few days ago, where it was a balmy -30°C. “New York’s got nothing,” I said to myself. That was before I realized the heat was off in my building for some reason and my apartment was really fucking cold inside. Curse you, fate.
In other news, snowboarding is a fairly painful and difficult endeavour. Having learned my lesson, I will endeavour to stick with skiing in the future.
In yet other news, I owe a huge debt of gratitude to Bob Barrett.
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it’s been burning up around here—an average of about 15-20°F!