the inconvenient truth?

i think it got up to 60 today.

i woke up at 5am sticky with sweat this morning.

i picked out a christmas tree last night without a coat on.

5 out of the next six days are forecast to reach into the 60s, and near 70 on tuesday.

december? to you, sir, all i have to say is "fuck you." if you were a real winter month you'd make me bundle up and drink hot cocoa and threaten me with frostbite. as it is, you're a sham, a coward, and a joke. december, you're pathetic. and if you try to bring january and february down to your sad level, i will hurt you.