Chilly coffee..

It was freezing cold at work. The radiator was not working properly, and another heater had got this auto heat resistant censor that cut off every 30 minutes. Why was this happening? Which brains invented this safe heater, and called it a heating device for cold weather?

So, it was piercing cold, very bitterly. Fingers got numb and i had to continuously rubbed my hands to keep warm to continue typing. Made a cup of hot coffee and placed on the desk, it had gone from boiling hot to warm,and now, cold. It was still coffee, i made myself drink it, anyway.

I contradicted myself alot. When i was hot and sweaty, i longed for cold weather. When i got horridly cold like this, i wished i could walk under the hot sun with my shades on and just a vest. It was the same when i was hungry, i stuffed myself silly, and when i got too full, i dreaded to put my fingers into my throat. When i was in love, i wanted to be singled and embrace the singleton freedom. When i became single, i hated the loneliness and my almost-too-big king size bed.

Life is like that, isn't it?

...and what makes me happy? a good heater, for now.

Listening to:
Times Like These by Jack Johnson
(yes, i love Jack Johnson's)