Everywhere. Everywhere is drafty. And damp. So even though it’s supposed to be 45 degree Fahrenheit outside, I’m miserably freezing my ass off because it feel like it’s below 40 degrees inside. It’s so cold that it’s hard to type. And I’m not even in our cheap, poorly insulated flat. I’m fucking at school. At an overpaid institution that you would think, given its ridiculous price tag, could afford some fucking heating.

Misery.

Fuck this whole adapting-to-the-cold, downing-my-bodyweight-in-coffee, coping-through-buying-cute-boots-and-wool-coats shit. I’m an East Coast girl through and through, but goddammit, would it be so bad to spend a year or two in someplace with sunshine for a change?