dreaming south beach

i can’t help it. i just hate the cold – which makes me hate winter. no amount of meditation, positive thinking or even dane cook can help.  i just came home from my night walk with ivan and couldn’t even make it all the way around the block. the temp with the wind chill must be somewhere around  -30  ok, at least 25 degrees and the roads and sidewalks are covered in ice.  it makes me miserable.  we passed a guy standing right on my block on 73rd street smoking a cigarette in shorts and a t-shirt. that made me even colder. as i got closer i saw that he had bare feet.  bare feet – right on the ice. then i got  depressed thinking everybody is crazy.  i can’t decide whether to have a second cup of st. johns wort blues buster tea or a bag of cadbury mini  eggs.

    

or both.

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Why did Yankee Doodle name the feather in his hat Macaroni?

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