I crave shredded red cabbage with lemon juice for lunch, every day, and boiled beets for breakfast.
My splotchy red hands have sausage-fingers. [I thought this was a medical reaction to extreme salt intake or something, but after conferring with other volunteers it turns out this is a freaky winter phenomenon in which fingers swell due to the inescapability of super cold weather. Or possibly there are invisible bugs that bite our joints at night. We’re not sure.]
I cannot get out of bed before 7 am. Its too cold and I don’t want to move!
The increased presence of stray dogs keeps me on guard 24/7.
Having a wood burning stove seems like a much better idea, despite the obvious deforestation it promotes.
My blow drier has become my best friend.
Smelly people no longer bother me. That's probably because I might be one of them.
My hair is actually starting to dread itself.
Romantic candle dinners are no longer a choice.
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Hang onto your hair. You can sell it when you leave the PC. Think of it as your rainy day fund.
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