I was a taller girl too, once. (regala_electra) wrote,
I was a taller girl too, once.

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I no longer type with hands. They are icicles. And there are polar bears checking out our offices for their Southern retirment home.

In other words?

I am freezing to death.

There is also the general feeling of boredom that comes when OH MY GOD why is NOT 5:30 yet?

I want to home where I can control the weather. No, I'm not a super powered mutant. Or God. (I only think I am.)

There is beloved air conditioning at home that, get this, can be adjusted to a temperature ABOVE fucking freezing!

Or I could leave the windows open and enjoy the weather as is.

But I'd be able to feel sensation in my hands again.

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