Ice pellet of anger | 5 March 2008

The storm started up some time during class last night, and I walked the five blocks home from the bus stop through it, peeking out through a tiny gap between my collar, scarf, and hood and trying not to get blown off the sidewalk. The only thing that prevented me from turning into an ice pellet of anger and misery was Bat out of Hell III on the iPod — which I had carefully tucked under my coat while I was on the bus, planning ahead for the cheer required for an unpleasant walk home — even though one earbud kept slipping out due to snow-in-ear. I woke up at six this morning, anxious for the university to be closed due to inclement weather, but it wasn’t.

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