It is cold today. I say this not as a general complaint but as a fact. I understand that there are colder places in the world, like say, in the negatives, but 25 is cold. If I wanted to complain it would go something like this. The heater at work is broken and I went in at 6:00 today. Finger numbing cold. Not so bad, you say? I basically work in a storage shed. The snow jacket and hat I wore barely kept me at a level above shivering, but my gloveless hands almost went on strike, slowly gripping the mail and dumbly shoving the letters against the small slot. I did survive, however, and now I am sitting at my brothers work, reveling at the feeling of keyboard under my fingers. I am disconnected from the world and it is a strange feeling. In a world so utterly and constantly connected, to not have a phone or a computer is almost the equivalent of social suicide. I believe myself to be one step away from hermitism or leaping off the social bridge that connects us all. Thank goodness I don't live alone or I might dissapear and never be heard from again. What do I fill my time with? I have started doing the previously unheard of task called 'outside' If I refuse to enter the house for several hours there must be something I can find to do. I have discovered bike riding and walking and sitting. The Dr. Who convention happens next month and I am pitch perfect excited. I have a costume idea, I have a small piggy bank fund, and I have childlike inpatience. Now I just have to wait til it happens. It's all about the bow tie