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It's cold today. Actually it isn't cold at all – its almost ready to hit the freezing point. But when I was leaving work I acted as if I as going to die when I stepped outdoors. It took me a good three minutes to realize that it wasn't cold at all, and only an illusion in my mind. At this point I was walking out with one of my co-workers originally from Green Bay, WI. The same city that weathermen always say – "it might be cold here, but up inGreen Bay, it's REALLY cold". So she was apt to the winter ways. Yet, she was complaining more then me.

Coldness is all relative.

So relative that I cancelled my plans to go to the comedy thing I've wanted to attend for a long time. That's how cold it was.

I'm terrified to see these people drive when temps drop below freezing. They have enough problems keeping their driving in order when there isn't ice.

Anyway, I went to lunch with a co-worker to a seafood deli place. It was good and cheap. Which is the only two criteria I need. I also learned a little about crawfishing. I told the story of the time my brother caught a crawdad in Michigan and we cooked the thing for dinner. At which point I was asked why we don't eat crawdad's up north if they habitat in the area. I had no answer – until I realized that it took LOTS of crawfish to make a meal.

So this is my life: complaining about the cold, eating seafood, and learning about the trade of crawfishing.

To top it off people across from me conversing in French.

Anyway, funny story yesterday –

I lied. Nothing funny happened.