Either my apartment is going to drive me nuts or the weather is. I cannot believe that it is January and +1 outside, and that the heat in my apartment is still on.
I’m acclimatized cold-weather. I actually prefer cold-weather. I do not like a hothouse, I would prefer a cool house. Which is why I had my window open in my apartment since October. I have also added a fan to the window, which blows in cold air. One of the problems is that it is no longer cold outside. I am merely blowing in warm air.
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The other problem lies within the fact that this apartment is cheap. Not cheap in the sense that they won’t turn on the heat, but cheap in the sense that they won’t actually let me control the heat. Oh they do put in a thermostat, but I think that’s only for effect. I’ve had it off since October and yet is still boiling hot in here all the time.
So now I have a boiling hot apartment and warm weather outside. I’m quite tempted to set up a cot outside to sleep there. I’m actually a little concerned about the summer; what will the weather bring then? Will it be extremely hot outside and inside. Will I have to go live down by the lake, will I have to strut around town in my underwear or maybe I will survive.
Either way, I am meant for the cold weather. I am naturally warm-blooded and heat up like an oven at night. I prefer prancing around in the snow to strolling down a warm beach. I love breathing in the cold air and feeling it hit my lungs, it accelerates me. You could say I’m abnormal, I just like to compare myself the Dexter. When I feel the numbness in my hands coming, I know that they’re still there. When I start to work them harder and harder as I lose feeling, I know that there.
I have not felt real cold in a longtime, I almost miss it. I can recall walking home in -40, with no ski pants on just my normal jeans. I remember my legs going numb and then losing feeling and finally the burning sensation. I would hit them, pat them to see if I could feel anything. Then I would arrive home, the heat would hit. They would slowly come back to life and the burning sensation would continue.
Alas I am no longer in northern Canada. It is January and +1 outside, the snow is melting, the roads are yucky and I find myself not needing a jacket anymore.