why the hell is it freezing in my house? it’s 3:32 AM — god, why am i even still awake — and my house has become the antarctic of the lower mainland in a matter of hours. i simply do not understand my dad’s thermostat regime. he insists on turning off the heat at night when we’re supposed to be warm and snuggly in our down quilts and finally turns on the heat during the daytime when we are all either at school or at work. great, the cockroaches get more heat than i. more incubation to help those wretched vermin spawn.

i’m wearing my jeans still because it’s so damn cold in this house. i’ve resorted to wearing a pair of sanrio cute-sy monkey slippers that the dreaded ex gave me for my last birthday. that’s how desperately cold i am. usually i wouldn’t touch them with a ten-foot pole plus an alcohol-doused cotton swab on the end of it.

i read somewhere that eating sugar keeps your body temperature up slightly, so here i am chewing on some reese peanut butter cups, the passable chocolate treat. there’s something about peanut butter goods not tasting like peanut butter that irks me.

ok, i will get some rest now. i hope that my care bear blanket will suffice in guarding my feet from frostbite and eventual gang-green. how lovely.