I could be feeling pretty sorry for myself, given that my apartment is meagerly heated by the two units below us and nothing else while my windows are already drafty enough for me to notice significant billowing in the curtains even though the windows are most definitely closed, I have more work to do in the next two days than I have had in the past two years, Operation Be Caller 103 and Win the $1000 Simon Mall Gift Card is not going well, and I have a cold that even ZiCam is having trouble fighting.
But really, it's not worth surrendering to all of the crappiness when there's so much to love. Like, for instance Charles Street at Christmas is so beautiful that it's totally worth the extra 10 minutes in my walk home to pass all of the store windows and gas lights with all of their evergreen garlands and read bows and white lights. And yeah, my apartment's cold, but that's what outerwear is for, so now it has become innerwear and I have no reason to gripe since I bought Hagaan Dazs Mango ICE CREAM, not sorbet, and it is more creamy and delicious than all of the other ice creams, to eat in my freezing room.
The radio contest thing is still a crock of bullshit though, because the bitches who keep winning live in New Hampshire, which should not count. They shouldn't be allowed to listen to Boston radio, let alone win Boston radio contests. That's what they have Nashua for.
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