Don't tell me how insanely arctic cold it is north of Houston. I want tangible comfort not some "imagine how bad it could be" bullshit. It's cold here now. My feet are barges on a frozen sea. I detest being cold. I will pummel the next person who uses the word "invigorating." I want to climb into bed and not come out until the thermometer hits 60° and refuses to fall. Being cold makes me bitchy and inert. I am wearing a wool coat in my house and I resent it. The only thing standing between me and exorcism-worthy, tourettesque spew is the promise of a functioning electric blanket. Which is beckoning to me like a siren right now. Adios, motherfuckers.
Thursday, February 15, 2007
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