Yesterday was a fantastically bad day. I made the mistake of leaving the house, first time since April 1st. I think we were out there maybe an hour and a half before I had Spooky bring me back home. The highlight of the whole shitty excursion was driving down Thayer Street and seeing the line of college students waiting, in their down parkas and shorts and short skirts and mittens, eyes glued to their "devices," huddling beneath umbrellas, for their free ice-cream cone at Ben & Jerry's. There must have been fifty of them, stretching down the block. Have I mentioned that it was in the low 50s˚F, that the wind was gusting to 35 mph, and that it was pouring rain? I think the very definition of asshole is a rich Brown student who'll stand in line out in weather like that, just to get free ice cream.
But maybe that's just me.
I wish I'd taken a picture.
There were things I was going to say, but it all comes down to the same miserable refrain. And I think we're all sick to puking death of that.