Days like this

Oct 03, 2008 13:35

The drizzle is at its drizzliest, the cold at its coldest, the clouds at their cloudiest. My bones are icicles, my blood ice crystals. I should be wrapped in a duvet going between this world and the world of a novel but I sit hitting F5 instead. I should be thinking the happiest thoughts but instead they unravel into fear. Unfounded fears most ( Read more... )

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maitressep October 3 2008, 12:50:11 UTC
Mine's on 30 degrees, I'm wearing a hoody, thick socks and wrapped in a blankie, and I'm still shivvvvering.

Bleurgh..

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elliptic_eye October 3 2008, 17:12:14 UTC
You could turn the heating on, but the cold is drawing memorably poetic descriptions out of you, so why waste a good thing?

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asmodeous_13 October 4 2008, 02:43:30 UTC
I feel your pain, it only got up to 82F here today. :(

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j4ck131nth3b0x October 4 2008, 15:44:11 UTC
Poor northern lass, I went to the village in a vest top and thin jumper, it's a toastie warm 17C darn sarf.

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