Daaaamn Boston, why you so cold to me?

So I am officially at the point of no return. I haven't left the house without a jacket in a week, and I think the cold is here to stay. Today was extra windy, so the vortex was even more powerful. The goddamn thing tried to steal my Red Sox hat like it ate my umbrella, and it blew it off my head...TWICE. So there I was, walking home from class and my hat flew right off and hit a car. Obviously I ran into the street to rescue it, I've had that hat for years! Another day of battle next to Hancock building.

I'll change the subject before this turns into a weather blog. I have to discuss the bane of my existence which is Berklee kids. Look, I can't tell the difference between you and the homeless and I'm sick of you spilling your DJ equipment and knocking people over with your instrument cases on the Green Line. Then again, I'm always on the lookout of the next J Mayer.

I had class at 9 am this morning, and I seriously can't do anything productive right now. I might just call it quits and nap...like a cat. Nap. Meow