cold_cold_cold time_warp there is nothing that i hate more than being cold. i've grown up in the midwest, and spent 1/4 of my life in hell. waking up cold, sitting around cold, feet burning when i try to take a shower to warm up, and then sitting around shivering while my hair dried. cold tile under feet, cold enamel under butt for those mid-night bathroom breaks. fingers always stiff and dry. skin pebbled withour relief. nose always dripping down the back of my throat. i now live in a two-story house with a very aggressive heating system, to the point where i would often have to crack a window to bring the temp below 78 f. this is truest bliss. i can sit around in nearly whatever clothes i feel like (or none at all), when i come out of the shower i don't dive into bed and shiver, i don't wrench myself out of bed only with the prospect of standing in front of a space heater. a guest is in town who is rather unfamiliar with winter. she inisists on keeping the window open. i woke up freezing as hell this morning. there is no other aspect of winter that i hate more than waking up cold. none. infuriating. my gut clenches just thinking about it. in the mornings, i have between 10-20 minutes to get ready (which was also a rather cold experience for once), and then i get to wait 5 minutes for the bus in freezing temps, then five minutes of relative warmth (no wind, at least), and twenty minutes of walking through a good wind and frozen sidewalks and little needles of sleetsnow slamming into my cheeks, before i get to work and hope that this is one of the days that it'll be uncomfortably warm rather than the other way 'round. *huff puff shiver* *sigh* had to get that out. i fucking hate winter. i can't wait to migrate. 040205 what's it to you? who go blather from