It's Freakin' Freezing Mr. Bigglesworth
I can't think of anything productive to write today. My brain is suffering from frost-bite. It is so gosh darn cold outside, and it's started raining. It's here. It's winter. The weather is yet again predicting snow for tonight and/or tomorrow. Worse than that, the heat in our apartment is centralized and controlled by the building. It doesn't get turned on until 6:00 PM and then is only on for 3 hours. It's f'ing freezing in my apartment. If there's nothing written tomorrow, it's because I'm a big frozen body dead in my apartment. Please call the cops and let them know. It would be greatly appreciated. I wanted to write about all the really fun stuff I learned in Jewish Wedding Customs today, but, seriously, my fingers are frozen, and it hurts to type. So, maybe later or tomorrow.