I'm currently sitting in our living room where for some reason it is approximately -236 degrees. The Kingdom Hearts blanket just isn't cutting the cold today. And it's snowing. Well, flurrying anyway. It's supposed to blizzard sometime today. I'm sad that it hasn't. If it insists on being colder than Dickens, I expect massive amounts of fluffy white happiness to be covering the world around where I am positioned. So much snow that I can't go to work and fiance must stay in too. No school or Cracker Barrel for anyone! Yet, 'tis only flurries that fall from the sky. Saddening my heart. Filling it with melancholy woe.
I wish I had something super warm and soft to bundle up in that would eliminate all signs of the arctic weather down here. Perhaps a sweater like Patrick Stewart has. He has super soft and warm sweaters. I know that for a fact. I know that sounds silly, but it's the truth. Wanna know why I know?
Because I touched him.
Well, I touched his sweater. And it was super soft. Like a chinchilla after a dust bath. Only not. I must investigate the material in his sweaters and then buy many for myself. My new cozy sweaters would keep me toasty on days such as this. And they would remind me of the time that I touched Patrick Stewart and somehow didn't get maimed by his bodyguard for doing it.
In short, they would be the best sweaters ever.
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