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2003-02-11
11:03 p.m.
I left class early this evening. Just walked on out during a particularly boring part. The walk back to my car was so cold that my hand froze. Really frozen. I didn�t notice until I tried to start my car. I couldn�t turn my ignition key. The pain from being frozen is much like the nearly non-existent pain of a razor cut. It�s so sharp you don�t feel it �getcha.� I happened to be on the phone with S at the time of this fiasco and I broke all cell phone etiquette to give her a play by play of what was going on. �I can�t turn the key! I think the lock is frozen! Could it be? I mean on the inside?� �I guess�Maybe you have to turn the steering wheel� �I have lock de-icer�will that make the car alarm go off?� �I don�t know � it could�� �Holy shit. I think my hand is frozen. I can�t feel enough to turn the key!� �Put your hand down your pants.� �Ok.� So I sat in the parking structure alone with my hand down the front of my pants until it reached a functional key-turning temperature. I had no problem continuing the conversation but couldn�t help but think that maybe other people who have been caught with their hands down their pants in lonely parking structures are really just misunderstood. I know that I am misunderstood without my hand down my pants. Good thing I wasn�t spotted by anyone other than the security cam. Maybe it is just me that is misunderstanding the world. I could have it all wrong I suppose, with all of my grand expectations. Like having a healthy thyroid and love and graduate courses that are entertaining. huh? - 2004-01-15 resolutions - 2004-01-09 video reason - 2003-12-30 sik - 2003-12-06 voiceless - 2003-11-19
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