Cracky, vad gör hon nu?

I think it's been about a week. I don't know what adventure she's been getting up to and

stuff. And er, since I got at least a good half an hour before I get to work, I'm still

f***ing tired. I think I might pass through Cracky's neck of the woods to see, see what

I can find. See what she's doing. See how warm, see how she's coping in this weather

because look at this bastard. That's not even snow, that's frost. But it looks like snow.