I don't know what's wrong with me. Or rather, I know exactly what's wrong with me, but I don't know how to fix it. What's wrong with me is that I hate winter. Not per se; I kinda dig the cold weather in a way. I hate how much the heat pump dries out the air in the apartment, and I hate trying to counterbalance it with humidifiers. I'm forever getting it too damp, so damp that no amount of heating will make it feel warm. And I can never get comfortable enough to sleep well.
Hence the brain freeze. I can't think a lick. If these little epistles are getting littler and littler, in length and in quality, you have my apologies. Hoping for a brain thaw very, very soon. I'll just think about radiators.
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