(I live in a hole? I wish I lived in a climate controlled bubble? Could this blog be any more riveting? I blame my bus seatmates flatulence. Her effluvs must have rotted my brain.)
Regardless, this weather is going to be the death of me. I have finally gained feeling back into my feet, but still 45 minutes later, I have not yet obtained sensation of my fingers, which makes it very difficult to type.
I'm sick of days likes these:
If it weren't for the space heater singeing off the skin on my legs, I would be pretty miserable.