"It a beautiful day today. Hurry! Let's get out of the house and enjoy the sun." I hurriedly got dressed and rushed to brush my teeth while pulling on my jeans. It seemed that once and for all I would get some respite from the cold gnawing at my bones. Never thought I would appreciate the great indoors so much.
Over the last few days it seemed that my body was being preserved for some greater purpose. I swear I am being embalmed alive. My skin feels rubbery and appears chalky and scaly. I have gone several days without underarm deodorant and still I have failed to develop the body odour which should accompany such a dispicable act. I swear it is so cold because the good Lord wants me to save in this recession. I see no reason why water, soap and deodorant should be wasted when I do not even sweat. My skin thirsts for a honey bath to restore its moisture. Just the night before, my attempts to have a conversation on the way home was halted by the heightened sensitivity of my teeth and the chilling of my breath with each spoken word. But like a gambler hoping to cash in on the next bet, I splash some makeup on my unwashed face and quickly step out the door.
Enjoy the sun my arse. Decked out in a t-shirt, covered by a sweater and a trenchcoat, with a scarve thrown around my neck to add that touch of color to welcome the spring, my butt still freaking feels cold. And whose brilliant idea was it for us to walk the couple blocks to the mall? But only the strong survive so thrusting my hands into my pocket, I stride forward anticipating the reward of shopping within the hallowed, warm, walls of the Mall.
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