I'm so sick of the cold.

Yes, it's true. I only returned for study to this desolate place called the 'scholarship city' a week ago, and I am already on the verge of losing my skin. I am almost certain that it is going to render even the most vital extremities, and that by the end of February I will walk about much like Mr. Freeze. CHILL OUT!

Worse, Red V won't even budge after the recent ice storm. How am I to throw myself into the perils of sex without an automobile to take me to the dorms of Dartmouth? I just don't know. At least this afternoon I was given a slip of paper to call the state representative so that I can bitch and moan until they finally extend the train out here. At which point, I won't really care about below freezing temperatures or stalled cars. That would be nice.



I should watch Star Wars.