I woke up for a less than pleasant reason (how joyous, to be female), but I guess all is well which ends well...by being up ASS early (read: 7am) I made sure I didn't miss church, which was key since Lent starts tomorrow. Before you ask, because your college roommate's friend told you otherwise-- I'm Greek Orthodox. Shit is almost always a week late, son.
Anyway, I was up, zombie-like, waiting for 10am. I had more than enough time to walk around stiffly, looking for victims with fresh brains to consume AND get ready, but guess what? I managed to get to church when I always do! Slightly late! See? No point in waking up early. Doesn't change a damned thing.
So. I put on a merino sweater dress and a thinsulate-lined wool coat, because I heard it would snow. I am a vain wench however, because I refused to ruin my purty hair (see: previous entry) with a hat. Once I realized that all my body heat would escape despite dressing warmly, I shrugged and gave up on finding opaque black tights. I just wore boots, instead. Welcome, pneumonia! Come! Stay! Play!
Church is always weird, when I don't take communion. I'm not as peaceful. I feel like something's missing, the routine seems incomplete. One of these days, I'll finish the HERstory post about this...
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After church, while I walked up the street to find a cab, the snow began falling, via large, gloriously fluffy flakes. No, I'm not over the magic of it yet. Ten years after I experienced my first snow, I'm still enchanted with the stuff. I wasn't cold, so I took the long way uphill, just so I could enjoy it more. :)
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