I feel somewhat responsible for the weather this morning.
When I wrote about the weather yesterday, I didn't mean that I wanted winter now, I merely was wondering when it would decide to reappear. That's it. Honest.
Maybe I have some kind of amazing persuasive powers in my writing. Maybe I should write about other things that aren't happening.
Like world peace. Or eradication of poverty. Or a cure for cancer and aids. Or me having a date some weekend.
You know. The important stuff.
Again, sorry for the weather.