Remember last week when it was 70 degrees and sunny and I was dreaming of taking out my summer clothes and putting away my coats? What happened to that? This morning I put on my down coat once again and felt a level of loathing which can only be felt towards something completely uncontrollable.
I was told before moving here that the winters are gross and long, but this is just ridiculous. The blizzard was bad, but at least it took place in WINTER.
Seriously, New York, we need spring now or we're all going to lose it.