January 28th, 2004

pixelated

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Oh arse. Just looked out the window before going to bed, and there's a bucket-load of snow coming down.

It's currently at that looking really pretty stage. By the time I go to work tomorrow it'll be at that annoying, cold, dangerous stage. This state is partly related to whether I'm inside a nice warm house or outside on a bike, trying to get to work.