My brother hates me. He sent me an email telling me that Chicago had a top of 24 for Saturday. Interestingly, it’s about 24 here right now, too. Except here I’m happily wearing a shirt with very small straps, and in Chicago I would die of exposure.
He’s also just informed me that there’s apparently going to be a snowstorm on Saturday and they’ve issued an advisory for travellers arriving to Chicago in the afternoon to early evening.
Just when my flight is.
As a warning, if I get stuck at LAX I will either board the first flight back to Melbourne or just shoot myself right in the face.
Three winters in a row really isn’t fair.