Icy McFrozen

I am cold all the time. In my living room, at my office, in the kitchen, in my bedroom. The only time I’m NOT cold is after I’ve been tucked in bed with the heating pad for 20 minutes. Getting out of that cozy little haven is hell in the morning. The thermostat is at a decent temperature – 74. Nobody else in my office keeps his coat on all day. What’s my problem? Good buddy / former roomie, whom I shall henceforth call Jack McFarland, thinks it’s all in my head. Jack says I’m getting sick and know it, so I’m subconsciously convincing myself that I have a low body temperature or something. It makes sense, but since it had been brought to my attention, I was hoping I could override the system and make it go away. No such luck. Still cold.

I’m contemplating investing in a second heating pad to sit on at the office. Ooooo – or maybe one of those heated massage chair cover thingies. I wonder how expensive they are . . . That would be perfect.