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When warm is cold, water is ice.

So, the plan for tonight was to head up to Moholt, a neighborhood full of students, to meet with Kine, Klas and Gro, a friend of Kine. I’d got my flat tire all fixed up, but discovered that the road was way to full of ice for me to be riding a bike on it. Ever done a full 180 on ice without really wanting to? So, I scrapped that plan, and will probably spend the time before I have to head for basketball practice on some shit on TV. Did I say TV? I meant studying, of course. Walking down there will take a while, too. Boo, on you, slippery roads covered with slippery ice.