It's fucking cold. My sister told me I didn't know what cold was until I'd woken up and found the world frozen in snow, but fuck what she thinks: it's fucking cold. On the way home tonight I stopped to get petrol, and was, firstly amazed to see it beneath a dollar fifty a litre. Because I have become that I kind of adult ($1.47 for the curious), I pulled over, thought greedy thoughts, and got out of the car. It was so fucking cold I almost got the fuck back in and remembered the days when it was round seventy to eighty cents a litre.
In more importantly news, the donations for Paul Haines' Cancer is a Cunt Drive has gone extremely well over the weekend, with just over eight and a half grand raised. Still a chunk to go, but the generosity on display has been very cool to see, and I thank you if you donated or linked.
Now, if you don't mind, I'm off to build a fucking fire or something primitive like that.
