Being cold is infact extremely miserable. Quite literally miserable. I will take the cold over excruciating heat, but living in the cold, without hot water for 2 days is not my idea of fun. It is 8pm and the heating guys have been in my house since 3pm, and I have been alone. It's sort of awkward, to say the least. I am sitting here in a hat, scarf, and a big sweater with two heaters running on full blast and my fingers are still like Popsicles. And not to mention my door just randomly opened, very slowly and scared the shit out of me. Jeeeeeze. All I want to do right now is either crawl into bed, which I don't really want to do with 5 strange men in my house, or have a bath...same dilemma. I smell like Sarah L'allier, she has good smells to choose from. We hung out at her place during spare just shooting the breeze whilst I was taunting her cat. Although, anyone who knows me knows that I love cats, and so therefore was hugging it. My mom should be rolling up soon and providing me with company and alcohol? That would be nice of her. Oh...
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