And I, I, I Won't Stop Until I'm Done, Done, Done

Do you have any idea how cold it is here? I'm going to guess that you don't, since you kind of don't live here... but anyway, it's 17 degrees Fahrenheit (I feel accomplished whenever I find that I can spell that word without a spell check) but it feels like 3 degrees.
DO YOU HEAR ME?
THREE.

Snow just does that to you. It's like the ultimate betrayal.

THE SUN IS SHINING.
THE SNOW IS BLINDING.
AND IF YOU GO OUTSIDE, YOU ARE GUARANTEED TO FREEZE TO DEATH.

Now, given the choices of either,

a( Writing a blog post
or
b( Writing the rest of my novel

I would like to say a, but it's actually b, so that's why I haven't posted in... a lot of days.

BUT HEY, I HAVE A BACK COVER. SO YOU CAN, Y'KNOW, LOOK AT IT.

Once again made by the wonderful FENA.
pheeena.

and i made cookies.
and i watched vladimir putin sing in both russian and english
and i think i have an odd fixation on vladimir putin