Check your coherence at the door

I can't feel my body. For all I know, I'm one great big disembodied brain, floating along beside someone fool pumping gas.

We've been really spoiled this winter. It's been relatively warm, so as soon as it hits -40, we're all 'Ooh, it's so cold!' Yet we know it's going to hit -60.

That's not the point.

The point is this:

I am officially not a Christmas graduate!

Considering that two thirds of the first-year engineering student are/were, I'm allowed to revel in this.

Of course, it means I have to go back to the boring.

But! With the passing! Whoo!


Edit to say: This mood-icon guy is wearing the exact same toque as I am. Orange with a (multi-shaded) red pompom.

Nifty.