It is snowing right now, and I'm about to go to my car and begin my slow, cautious drive to work. I'm wearing multiple layers of clothes for warmth -- I do
have a waist, but you'd never guess it to look at me today -- and also have a gray cloche hat perched atop my head. In silhouette, I look exactly like an erect, uncircumcised penis.
This is not
how I wanted to spend the last day of the first decade of the third millennium.