Dr. Bruce Banner Gets Angry, Cold, Warm(er)

Here's something I like about Montreal:
The first page of one of the major newspapers is dedicated to good news; specifically, good deeds that strangers have performed for one another. Here are two of today's actual headlines (except for that I've forgotten the names): "Person A rescued Person B from a burning building, and everyone is fine." "Person X stopped traffic to rescue a puppy that had wandered into a busy street, and promptly returned him to his 10-year-old owner." Yay for good news! *Hug* to Montreal.


Here's something I did not like today:
Francois, Jules, and I went out for Chinese at lunch. (I didn't mind that part.) However, for the first time ever, I got a mean fortune cookie. Seriously. Mean. Insulting. I was so mad at it. It should be ashamed of itself. Francois and Jules both got nice fortunes. Tabernacle! Since when are fortune cookies rude? Have you ever gotten a rude fortune cookie? Even worse, when we played the fortune game, it was, like, horribly rude.

Here's something I have to learn to live with while I'm here because it's not bad; it just comes with the territory:
I am becoming a human icicle. For my walk home, it was 43 degrees, but according to weather.com, it "feels like 35." It was pouring rain, sideways. Plus, the wind was so strong it blew my umbrella right out of my hand...twice. I also quickly learned that my waterproof shoes are not at all waterproof.

As a result, I bought an overpriced North Face vest to wear under the other jacket I wore today. That's right--two jackets. I become my own Incredible Hulk when I wear them together (minus the green). And yes, I have a warmer jacket back here at the apartment, but now if I need to, I can wear three jackets. It could happen before my time here is through.

Random note: Doesn't this look like a great place to stay for people who like the cold? I totally want to go there, except for that I don't. I'd need at least seven jackets for it.