After any amount of time outside, my exposed skin turns to hard rubber. The fierce iron grip of winter has not relented in the last week; I don’t even know if it has reached the double digits. This has several effects: I don’t want to do work, I have no interest in getting any work done, schoolwork is completely unappealing, and all I want to do is sleep.
The unfortunate radiator in my room is no help. If it is not clamped fully off, the pressure of the steam turns the regulator knob incrementally to fully on, at which point it begins to steam up my room (it leaks). My options are to freeze or live in a sauna.
Celebrations are in order: it is sixth week of winter quarter. This particular week is significant for two reasons; (1) I am fucked, and (2) we get Friday off so that we don’t kill ourselves. Since I already have Tuesdays and Thursdays off, that means I’m already down to a mere two more classes for the week. Sweet.
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oh, it’s reached double digits…on the negative side. good luck with being fucked. i know the feeling.
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