Like Ice.

Today, I cannot seem to get warm. Even huddled around my unspeakably warm laptop, I’m freezing to death. My nose is cold. My feet are half-numb with cold. It’s 71 degrees and I’m wearing huge thick socks and flannel pyjama pants, a tank top and my most comfortable (and warm) sweatshirt. Earlier I was huddled underneath a blanket, wearing the same clothes, and felt like I was going to freeze to death. In fact, this “I’m cold” thing has become a bit of a trend this week. I’m cold. I’m cold. I’m colder. If I had an electric blanket, I’d buy a really long extension cord and wear THAT around the house.

The thing is? I’m NEVER cold. I’m always the one drenched in sweat while others are commenting that it’s slightly “warm out today”. I’m the one peeling off layers of clothes while others are cranking up the space heaters in the office. I’m the one who doesn’t normally drink warm beverages because they overheat her. And here I am, freezing my fucking ass off for absolutely no reason (indeed, Coffee has been wearing a t-shirt all day and seems perfectly fine).

Fucking hell, I’m freezing.