Damn it, NaBloPoMo! Why you gotta be like this?
I’m tired. It’s Antarcticanian cold here. I’m exercising restraint and not raising the thermostat (and instead tumbling the fleece sheets in the dryer- is that really an improvement in the energy output department?), and I am hating my life. I don’t really hate my life (see: Soren), but I strongly dislike being cold. STRONGLY. The next three days aren’t supposed to be warmer than 40 degrees, and snow is in the forecast. Damned snow with its cold and its slippy properties. My desk at the school where I spent today (confined to my desk, writing reports) is in a corner of the building that juts out, meaning that my desk has only large, hollow, painted bricks between me and not very many degrees. I’m thinking that it may be necessary to relocate my desk for winter, because my little corner gets ICY. The walls are incredibly frigid and the surrounding airspace isn’t much better. Brrr. AND our hot water heater went kaput again this morning, leaving me driving madly to the gym for a quick shower. Wet hair is totally a good way to stay warm when it’s winter. Plus, Soren was unsettled all night and let me sleep for only a few minutes at any given time. Yow. AND the room was brr.
Ok, I’ve run out of synonyms for ‘cold.’ NaBloPoMo OUT.