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I'm cold and cranky.

I stood on the platform at Central Square for over an hour and a half before I was able to get on a train. I arrived at work an hour ago, and I still can't feel my thighs. Cold, cold, cold.

I went to school in upstate New York. I know cold. But I was never stupid enough to stay outside in this weather for an hour and a half. When you are a kid, you can handle this weather because you're sledding and building snow forts and jumping in snow piles. You are active in the snow. But standing still, surrounding by surly train commuters... these are not child activities. And they're really not recommended for anyone. Cold, cold, cold.

And my lower back and neck hurt from all the shoveling. And I have a buttload of work to do today. And my new class starts today, so I have class work to start on, as well as work work.

And... I'm cold.

Comments (1)

I know what you mean. It's ridiculously cold out. I never minded as a kid either. But I was helping my dad shovel and I wasn't out there all that long before I started to feel like some toes might fall off.

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