even if I don't wear socks, I'm constantly wearing leg warmers. not even ironically. they are just that nice.
i sometimes use my computer as a foot/body warmer.
i bring my clothes with me into the bathroom and wrap them around the heater while I shower. no judgment.
sometimes I hug my wall where a pipe runs through. it's warm and so it is my happy spot.
my roommate plugs the crack at the floor of the front door with a towel every night. i need to start doing this with some of the windows.
i have my super on speed dial because I'm always asking something about why it's so horrendously cold.
i am seriously worried my fingers might fall off.
i bought sweats for the first time in my life. fashion is out the window; I am all about being cozy.
i'm happy to have a gas stove because it means I can warm myself by the fire. unhealthy, maybe. but effective.
i suddenly drink hot chocolate all the time. And/or steamed milk. because life is better with a piping hot something in your hands.
this is my life now. and I'm slowly coming to terms with it.
slowly being the operative word.