In Which I End Up Talking About Food

I DON'T THINK I HAVE EVER BEEN THIS COLD IN MY ENTIRE LIFE.

All day I have been shivering. I'm wearing my leavers' jumper, my high school trackies (I know; please resist having your way with me right now), my sick Jay Jays batman t-shirt, thick bed socks and slippers. I'm basically the most sensual, sexual creature you'll ever find right now, all dolled up in what is my most fancy going out outfit.

And I'm still cold. Like goosebumps, yellow toes, blue lips. The Raynaud's is kicking in big time (please also add that to the list of conditions I have self-diagnosed with).

How am I supposed to frolic in the European winter at this rate? I literally sicken myself. I would even trade this for summer (the season I usually vehemently express my distaste for).

I studied all day today and it sucked. I'm panicking slightly for exams.

We are having wanton mee for dinner tonight. That is completely irrelevant to the bulk of this post but I just wanted to say that because I love wanton mee. Maybe I can pretend I'm in hot, humid Malaysia while I eat it and stop feeling cold. I will organize a first class RCT study for this hypothesis after the meal. I shall be the only subject in the "eating" group. Everyone else will be controls. I don't want to share my wanton mee.

J