You know I complain, I could complain professionally, but I also enjoy a healthy capacity for schadenfreude (sp?), there-but-for-the-grace-of-Jeebus-go-I-ism, and sympathy for the Mistress La Spliffe and F-word in a parallel universe who opted to spend an extra school semester in Belgium before attempting to fly out to this incredibly-fucking-white-but-at-least-it-fucking-works Winterless Wonderland here below.
Poor George Gegechkori, you've got a way with words. I hope you got to Atlanta, buddy, though Jeebus knows why you'd want to.
Merry Christmas to everyone, especially you poor fucks stuck in European aeroports; though I laugh in relief that I am not you I feel your pain. I was one of you last year on our way to Madrid, which should really just rub salt in the wound, since the stupid fucking cunts administering the aeroports should have figured out at this point that Winter Sometimes Involves Inclement Weather and Christmas Is In Winter. Sometimes "dherrrrrr" is just not strong enough a mocking sound.