Jayzis its freezing. I’m so very very cold. There is the possibility I’ve been shot and this is all the blood draining out of my body… but then again, maybe Westerns got it wrong and Kevin from Eastenders was right, with his talk of warmth and brightness in his death scene. Who knows.
More importantly who cares.
The thing to keep in mind is that I am freezing. The heating at work is shiter than shite. And so I am freezing.
I don’t think I have it quite as bad as Alan, but then again, he does have six heaters, so who is he to complain. What have I got? A crappy air conditioning thingy that is supposed to be heating up the room to 29 degrees. And yet I’m so cold I can’t type. Yeah, yeah, I’ve just typed this, but seriously, it has taken me three hours of non-stop painstaking work with many pauses in between striking the keys in order to do that cup your hands and blow in to them thingy that has no real effect at all.
Look for me again when the spring returns and my hands thaw out.