the gods were not amused

tried to force a little spring here with the semi-traditional cutting of the hair and shaving of the beard. some people pull out their flip flops at the first sign of the sun. i burn my underbrush. either way it is april 5th of so and i have longjohns and a quilted flannel on for my bike ride to work. good one, god. you truly are a powerful dude what with controlling the weather and such. if i may, you are also a fucking prick. have we not proven our midwestern heartiness enough? just because you can, man, doesn't mean you should. just saying...dick