Cold to my fucking bones

As I sit here typing this to you, I am freezing.

It’s not that the window’s open or the heating’s off, it’s just the way it is. You could turn the heating up full blast and it wouldn’t make much difference.

Cold to my fucking bones. Fingers cold, knees cold. It’s that time of year for a nice, hot bath, constantly.

Just after I’ve finished typing this, I’m going to play a game or two, but then I’m going to cut it short to go for a bath. There will probably be some reason for me to not be able to have the bath right away, like it’s time for my dinner or something else I’ve forgot about. But I’m having that fucking bath at some point.

I just had a feeling there that maybe I should go out for a walk first. I haven’t been out today yet, and I’m starting to get into the habit of staying in, cos it’s fucking baltic out there. But you know what? I don’t think I will. It feels cosier to not go out when I know that I should.

Maybe I will go out, but get wrapped up tae fuck. Thick jacket, hoodie, AND a scarf. That’s right, a hoodie AND a scarf. Plus gloves. Get myself wrapped up that much that I’m actually too hot. And maybe go somewhere for a cup of tea or whatever.

I’ll post a picture of the cup of tea later, just to get into the spirit of blogging again.

Cos that’s what this is. A blog!