IT IS 72 FUCKING DEGREES RIGHT NOW, BUT THAT'S NOT THE BEST PART. LATER, IT WILL BE AROUND 82. FOR THE FIRST TIME SINCE OCTOBER 12TH. HOT DAMN.

ALSO, I AM GOING TO A BASEBALL GAME TONIGHT. YAY FOR ME! HOPEFULLY MY SUCK-ASS TEAM WILL NOT LOSE LIKE THEY DID TWO WEEKS AGO WHEN I WENT. EXCEPT THAT TIME IT WAS 30 DEGREES. SO TONIGHT WINS, NO MATTER WHAT.

MOLE OUT.

ETA: Oh, and did anyone else know that Myrtle Beach is being ravaged by wildfires? Really?! Myrtle Beach?! That's not really where I think, when I think "fire-prone regions of the United States." Oh well, I hope they get that under control soon. I loves me some Myrtle Beach.

RIGHT NOW? RIGHT THE FUCK NOW? AT ELEVEN AM ON FEBRUARY THE 7TH, IN THE LINCOLN PARK NEIGHBORHOOD OF CHICAGO, ILLINOIS, IT IS 54° FAHRENHEIT. OR 12.2° CELSIUS, IF THAT'S HOW YOU ROLL.

FIFTY-FUCKING-FOUR DEGREES!!!!!

THIS IS WONDERFUL. MELT, YOU STUPID SNOW! MELT AND NEVER COME BACK!

Ahem… that is all.

So. We're about to get rocked by tornadic thunderstorms. Yay, August!

At least I had the forethought to move my car out from under the tree where it had been parked. Of course, if it hails, that might not help—but I reckon that hail damage is better than, say, a tree limb through a windshield. Just a guess, of course, but I like my logic.