January 23, 2003 :: 10:32 a.m.
the frozen tundra of lost faith
Today is firm, indisputable evidence that THERE IS NO GOD. Do you know how cold it is here, in little old Annville? It's 10 degrees. Ten. And once you factor in the wind chill, it's -6. NEGATIVE SIX, people! And this is at 10:30; at 7:45 this morning, when Adam and I were heading off to our classes, it was 4 degrees. Four freaking degrees. I don't know what the wind chill was at that point, but if you make a guess from what it is now, you'd get -12. I felt like my face was going to crack off and shatter into a million little pieces. It hurt to make any kind of facial expression. My ears are burning inside in a most unpleasant and distracting fashion. My legs are still cold from the knees down, and I've been inside for over and hour. No merciful god could allow this weather to exist. Although I guess that means that the Christian God could still exist, because he never seemed all that merciful to me.
Alas. English was boring as fuck. I don't have it at all next week, because we have paper conferences - score. That means that next Thursday, I have no classes at all. I could, potentially, sleep in. That's a very encouraging thought to someone who, at breakfast this morning, sat her cup upside-down under the water spout thingy and pushed the button and let water spill everywhere because apparently she's too tired for her brain to function properly. I also came very close to putting tea cooler on my Lucky Charms, but thankfully I was able to avoid that taste sensation.
Well... all I really wanted to get across was that it's too cold for me to believe in god. Not that I really did before, but you know. I'm going to take a shower now, and prepare for lunch and a few hours of grading papers and such for Dr. Pettice.
Drink something warm. Like blood, fresh from the jugular. Nummy. Or hot chocolate with little marshmallows - whichever you prefer.
Cheers.
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