snow, dawgs!

[phosfate]

The state flag, located directly outside our office window, is displaying horizontal tendencies not seen since the last set of astronauts left a stars and bars on the Moon. The sky - and, indeed, everything else - is the same shade of grey as our computers and furniture. And the snow has started, cold and vicious-looking. The effect of the whole business is, to quote that famous passage by the Bard of Avon, "Reallye fucking depressinge. We shalle freeze our asses offe."

I sit at my desk snarfing Jolly Rancher Cherry suckers and trying not to whine out loud. *whine.* Oh sorry.