Why I Hate Winter, Part II

It makes me not want to write. You might be asking yourself why that is. Well, I'll tell you: it makes me cold. When I am cold, three things happen. First, my nose gets cold. That I can deal with. Second, my fingers get cold. I can no longer type coherent sentences unless the furnace is blasting which leads us to number three: static electricity. For you East Coast freaks that choose humidity over mountains, you may not understand this part: it gets so freaking dry here that things start levitating. My hair for instance. And when things are flying about the room and attaching themselves to me, I can no longer concentrate. The sock poltergeists always have the last say. So there you have it. Winter sucks.