4 a.m and the wind is howling outside of my windows.
snow and rain and howling wind. all of my atavistic caveman instincts are coming to the fore and are thrilled by the fact that i have walls and a roof and functioning radiators. there is definitely a simple and obvious inverse relationship between how cozy one feels inside with how miserable one would feel outside.
suffice it to say, i feel pretty cozy right now, even if i’m sitting at a metal table.
maybe i should cozy up with some zima and a hawaiian shirt and a copy of guns-n-ammo.
that sounds cozy. and maybe listen to my ‘g. gordon liddy’s greatest hits’ cd.
nothing says cozy like fruity malt liquour, bad clothes, survivalist magazines, and right wing radio nutcases.
ok, i’m being facetious in the interest of entertainment.
failed entertainment.
i’m going to go and sit in a comfy chair (as used in monty pythons ‘spanish inquisition’) and read a book and listen to the wind and snow and rain howling around outside of my skylights and windows.
goodnight
moby
