(Minus the sequins)
Too bad this weather will only allow for the same boring-wool-coat/ridiculously-poofy-jacket rotation for the rest of the winter.
Even more than having to smuggle my Us and sevens, this inability to type colons or quotation marks is beginning to drive me mad. I long for the chance to quote, or mock. I yearn for the ability to form proper contractions. My lists are no longer delineated in a sophicated manner (dashes are not sophisticated), and I cannot prove my grammatical genius by correctly using a semicolon instead of a comma. My integrity as a writer has been dashed.