day99 - cold (unfinished)
dear luci,
again, I find myself on the precipice of a milestone with very little of substance to say. why can't entries like last night's hit on nice comfy round numbers??
but that's not the point of all this. and honestly it's better that my day hasn't been so contemplative and emotional that I've needed to write something close to what I did last night.
running theme of today has been "cold". cold inside, cold outside, cold in various locations. we're rapidly approaching winter in my hemisphere, and a sharp chill has been building. one which works its way into your bones, your muscles, your joints. I'm reminded that the standard temperature of my hands is: freezing. this morning I had to force myself out of bed just to make sure I got to work on time. the cold threatened to keep me in my room. my work is undergoing aircon repairs, and so my desk, among others, is uninhabitable. they put me in a records room, quiet and generally inoffensive except for the small fact that it's fucking freezing. a temperature controlled room for me and nobody else all day. "It's freezing in here".
I'm falling asleep so I might need to pick this up later.
sweet dreams, Luci