I don’t often use profanity, but it is. I’m here alone and it is so cold, even in the apartment.
I want summer so bad it hurts. 
It’s fucking cold?
Best kinda cold there is. So … how you doin’? And can I come over? 
Brr, you wouldn’t want to. I am wearing sweatpants, a t-shirt, a shawl wrapped over all of it, and socks and my toes are still cold. The heat is on, too. It’s just not warm enough.
On the plus side, I am wearing really cute socks!
and a blizzard warning for the weekend…
Ogdamn Manhattan is a frozen tundra right now.
You didn’t send out your monthly tithe of chocolate to Lynn Bodoni, did you? She’s in charge of weather and she’s pure unadulterated viciousness when she is not appeased. And believe me, I sympathize with you - I forgot to send her some, too, and I’m watching what promises to be 8-12 inches of snow fall on my lawn in retribution.
Take a hot hot bath, re-bundle, and drink some hot tea.
GOOD! It’ll be less cold then.
It’s less than 1 degree F, and the windchill makes it -21, and I’m all alone, and the wolves are after me… 
Well, I’m ready to cry, is that going to appease her? Probably not, since she’s so tough! Anyway, I am considering the hot shower (I just don’t take baths). except my hair is long.
Lynn, baby! The chocolate is on the way! Make it stop!
You poor babies. You didn’t hear us Midwesterners bitching and moaning for the last week while it has been twenty five below out here. Navel of the universe, my foot. A bunch of whining pantywaists.
Put on two pairs of socks. Make a cup of beef broth. Read Robert Service poetry. Get over it.
Go 'way. If I want to bitch I will. There’s supposed to be someone here with me, keeping me warm, and he’s off in California. :mad:
I’m not cold, but I’m lonely… And bored. Sniff Can I share a virtual cup of hot cocoa with you?
I turned our heat off tonight. No need for it. It’s about 55 F here, and not so wintery at all. Of course, Lynn’s throwing 19 degrees at us Sunday, but hey…I don’t mind crowing when I can. 
The bath would work, better, Anaamika, just to warm your icy, shattery bones. You gotta SOAK in the heat. Not just have it spraying willy-nilly around you. SOAK IN IT!!!
[sub]Starts carefully giftwrapping Godiva Chocolates to the WeatherQueen Lynn…just in case…[/sub]
I know how you feel.
I’m lonely, too Lola. He’s been gone since Tuesday.
Here you go, sweetheart. Drink up.
But I don’t like baths. I mean, I really don’t like them. If I had a six-foot square bathtub, maybe, but not like this.
You can certainly share one with me. I’ll be at my apartment soon enough, and there’s no-one else there. I’d be in the lab (there’s no-one else here, either, but I’ve got plenty of work to do), but I don’t want to get stuck in this building. We’re supposed to have a horrible snowstorm at any second.
Come to think of it–why the hell am I still here? I’m heading for home now. It’s a 45-minute walk, and I’d rather do it now than during a blizzard.
Oooo, Anaamika, you make the best virtual cocoa. Why is it when our Sweeties are gone (well, mine at least) everything just seems to s…l…o…w… d…o…w…n. Like my higher brain functions.
Yeah, we’re having our three-or-four-times-per-winter cold snap right now. -35C with the wind chill. It’s kind of the karma for the +10 weather we had last week (10 above freezing in Montreal, in January? That ain’t right.)
I know. Scribble, you are welcome to a cuppa, too.
sigh…
The problem isn’t your lack of a sweetie. It’s that it’s gotten cold enough for your brain to congeal. In fact, it might be getting cold enough out there that all molecular motion has slowed waaaay down. That might explain my lack of with-it-ness recently, too.
Or, at the very least, it gives us a good excuse.
And now I’m really leaving.