oh man...

i can feel it building up inside of me... that dreadful feeling that starts when the weather turns sour like this. In between bottles of Coors, we stepped outside to see what couldnt be called rain, and couldnt be considered snow. nearly a mist, it was a step away from being snow. you could feel the fingers of old man winter starting to tighten as the grip of winter comes closer. i dread the days that soon come, and dream of being in warmer places......