The other night when we were standing around outside the Coliseum waiting for our friend, the restaurant across the way played some really horrible songs over their PA system. While we complained about the cold, the lyrics of this song finally worked their way into my head and I commented that we had a copy of that song. The better-half kind of looked at me funnily as if to say “we have some weird shit at home”. Indeed.
But, now that it is Monday I find that I am living in a box of sorts. The building I work in is old and apparently has zero insulation. I got tired of being able to feel the breeze on my hands and legs so I ventured down into the basement and grabbed two boxes (already flattened). I hauled them upstairs and shoved them down in between my desk and the window. I affixed a big binder clip to the middle and now I have some protection from the air pouring in through the window. I really don’t think it has helped too much but it made me feel better that I’m pointing out how ridiculous it is that we basically freeze during cold snaps.