friday slush funds.

or rather, friday slush fun.

knee deep in icy goodness, i trudged to the metro stop this morning. ok, perhaps it was only ankle-deep, but those moments where you feel the swift spread of water as it soaks through your boots and creeps from the bottom of your stockings upwards - they feel worthy of exaggerated description. and so i give it to them.

hours later, i still feel a bit chilled. in temperature and attitude. (note: i only use the word "chilled" in this context because of the double meaning of the word -- otherwise i would not touch it with a ten foot pole. or even a small stick).

point is, i've done a whole lot of nothing today, even though i have a whole lot to do.

and really all i want to do is love me up some guinness. is there anything better? i would venture to say there isn't. mostly because i know it's purely rhetorical, and therefore no one will argue. but guinness reallly is a delight for all senses involved, right? am i right? am i right?

yes. always.