It's cold out. And I don't mean regular cold, I'm talking the kind of cold that keeps Minnesotans, the heartiest winter folk in the U.S. of A, bundled up and homebound. Only crazy people are out this weekend.
Fortunately I won't be just laying around doing nothing. Class began this Thursday and in a fit of man-induced insanity I volunteered to bring a story this Thursday night. Do I have a story? Absolutely not. I feel like Jodi and her "twenty-four hour" writing routine. Ordinarily I'd feel horribly screwed, but since I'm hunkered down, I think I'll manage just fine.