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So!

It's twenty below out, my front door is frozen shut, and I have a fever. I will be staying home today and only waking up to drink gallons of orange juice and eat bananas and toast. Possibly together, most likely not.

On the plus side, I have four new films to watch courtesy of Swaptree. So there's that. And my futon is cleverly arranged so that if I choose to sleep on it, my feet will be right next to the radiator.

I am a genius, but only ever unintentionally.

And now, tea.

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I am not dead! I'm just doing a very good imitation.

I did peek outside earlier and it is absurdly cold, so tomorrow -- because I need to go in to work -- I am bundling up like a crazy person. Thermal underwear, sock-liners, two pairs of mittens, the balaclava, the parka, the whole nine yards. Mum got me a really neat retro hand warmer for Christmas and I really wish I had some lighter fluid (it's on order -- nowhere around here sells it!) because I really want to use it. I'm half-tempted to take a cab to work tomorrow if I can catch one.

I have drunk so much tea today, I ran out of Rooibos. And when I haul my diseased ass in to work tomorrow I am going to stop at Walgreens and buy a million bottles of apple juice because hot apple juice is the key to enlightenment. There, I said it. Go thou and attain nirvana.