The walk and subsequent bus ride to work, that is. Uber, freaking, cold. Somebody must hate me. It’s not even January yet, either. Ladies, gentlemen, and people of indeterminate genders, I officially hate winter in Canada. And it’s neither snowed nor actually become winter yet. Bloody hell times 6. I wanna go home…
Required dose of optimism: I think the Leafs play tonight. That means pizza. Which means I don’t have to cook. I like this arangement.