cold, gray.

[squeequeg]

Today is the kind of day that makes me wish Rufus Sewell would rappell down the side of the building to bring me hot buttered rum.

Even John Hodgman and lukewarm Tang would be fine.

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[thomascantor.livejournal.com]

How very heartless of you. (Am now picturing a dejected Rufus Sewell, dangling sadly just below your window, drinking the rum himself and feeling most unappreciated.)

Actually, I have it on authority that she does this to him every Tuesday. She's a hard woman.