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Warning: pure, unadulterated grouchiness ahead

I live in Boston now, much to my chagrin. Something of the frozen variety seems to fall from the sky every third day or so; as soon as the previous snow/sleet melts, the next batch falls. Then I have to walk through the resulting slush and muck. My pants and shoes get dirty and spotted with salt and dirt.

Today it snowed and sleeted (is that a word?) I hate this place. The people are cold and so is the weather. I feel like crap. I hope I'm not getting sick, but I'm worried that I am. Being sick here would suck because it would mean climbing 65 stairs to make it up to our walk-up apartment. If I'm sick, I may just have convalesce on the stairs.

Have I mentioned that I hate it here?
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