All Falls Down

Ice is like . . . my mortal enemy. It is the Joker to my Batman, the Voldemort to my Harry Potter, the Nancy Kerrigan to my Tonya Harding. We just don't get along, k? And as much as I adore this part of the year, the colder weather, the lack of sun, the snow! I hate the effing ice. Is it just me? Does everyone else in the entire world have traction that I don't? Because there is no slab of concrete on this campus that isn't covered in deadly ice, but people walk on like it was the middle of June. But there I am, taking my infinitesimal steps, trying not to fall.Fuck you, ice. Fuck. You.