I woke up yesterday with a perverse need for hot food. So I made nerd girl drive me to Buffalo Wild Wings so I could have a chicken sammich with blazing sauce and fries, dripping with the same infernal mixture. I was sweating I was so lit up, it was magic.

I was oozing the poison from the night before from every pore, exactly what I wanted. Punishment requires redemption or you can reverse it, what ever is comfortable for you. I was pheonix resurection and coming around, then I decided I wanted something more.

I had a blazing inferno in the center of me, and decided it need cooling. We had a massive snow bank off to the side of the apartment, barefoot and wearing sweats and a tshirt I went and face planted in it.

That wasn’t enough. I went and jumped in it again, then took designated girlfriend and made snow angels. At 3am, with a gut full of uranium, beer and goldschlager.We rolled in the snow.

We came back in giggling like children and I rinsed my feet off in hot water (they were crazy cold. bare feet and snow don’t mix). We laughed and talked to damn near dawn.

She woke and left and I curled up and slept.

Great damn night.