It is cold!

It is soooo cold! It is so cold! So cold. Ok it could be that it's a laundry day and I'm in boxers, socks and a beater + as many blankets as I could find and I'm typing with the window open in an uninsulated garage. So yea I'm bitching and writing a very important letter. I miss my girl and there are a bunch of stupid drunk punk kids carousing around my alleyway. *grumble* The Ospreys are my team going into the H-cup and I just watched the scarlets game against ulster. Neil Best is friggin good isn't he....sheesh.