WTF?!

It's freezing outside, the wind is howling and just in case we misssed anything it's pouring too. But I am snug as a bug in a rug in front of a roaring fire. (Did you know that I am famous for my one match infernos?) What could be better than toasting my feet on the hearth, a glass of wine in hand, a fat book on my lap, some mellow tunes in the background. Except that's it's fucking July 7th, summertime, goddammit.