I mean, I love snow, don’t get me wrong – only it hasn’t really snowed all that much and I’m supposed to be writing on my paper…
We have the heat up pretty much as high as it goes, but our radiators don’t seem to work properly (plus our windows are 30+ years old and badly isolated) and it’s only about 18°C in the apartment. My preferred room temperature would be more like 22-24 degrees… Have I mentioned recently how easily I get cold? I mean, I’m wearing two pairs of socks, my poncho, and am wrapped in a blanket drinking hot tea most of the time – and still I’m cold… It would be funny, except how the hell am I supposed to type and be focussed when my fingers are turning into icicles?
I guess I’ll just re-read the novel for my paper, so I don’t feel like a complete cop-out. Bah.
Also, this week’s Unconscious Mutterings:
- Coroner:: CSI
- Mystify:: myself
- Corroborate:: elaborate?
- Misinterpret:: happens much too easily sometimes
- Humorless:: old bore
- Calculus:: totally superfluous
- Eye for an eye:: old testament
- CPR:: 1-2-3-4-5 *push*
- Stitched:: needle
- Facility:: free