Icarus's blog: "Hurts to watch."

London calling...

So today the weather report said it was
-8 with wind chill.
I spent 40 minutes jimmying my door latch (because when it gets below zero my door goes bananananananas)

Now, granted, I've got this exquisite wool overcoat, paper thin gloves, and a full mop-top.
I was warmer than I could've been
but I couldn't feel my hands or feet, pretty damn fast.

I get down the driveway, the door swings open

wooooooohooooooo

So I haul it around, do it again, and finally get the door to secure, hop over my passenger seat

(after screaming about 30 FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK's, so much so that my new neighbour came out to see what the hell was going on)

and tapping my brakes more rapidly than the X button during the torture scene in MGS.
NAOMI!
MY ARM HURTS!

...
shut up you liked it.

I finally get to work, and notice that the parking garage is barren.
Still carrying my screwdriver and hopping onto the elevator, I see
breakroom locked
lights out at the main entry.
...

....

Tried my pass card, tried the door handle.

Kerplunk.

Locked. Turned on my heel.

Got coffee, told this amazingly hot black girl that works with me that we weren't open. She was incredulous... mostly at the fact that no one told us fucking sooner before "risking our lives for 11/hour"
Played the same game getting back in the car, punched my window to get it to go down so I could get out of the garage and got home

watched my favorite latina porno (she had a vertical hood piercing and tan lines :O)

and turned on my space heater.
Woo.

Now for my next trick...

Uh
I dunno, but this whole weekday not working sure has me thinking a LOT
about Kendo, and a freestyle life. I sure do miss conditional employment (okay... not really) and driving one direction for hours for no damn purpose.

I miss the wind in my fingers, and the golden wheat on the skyline.
The smell of wet asphalt and salty summer kisses.

Just a little homesick. Just a lot lovesick.