Pressing On

It is so fucking Antarctica cold in my office today. My toes are frozen, my fingers are frozen, my nose is frozen. I am unhappy and cold. My freshly shaven legs are now prickly again, the goosebumps having pushed out the little stubbles that had been happily hidden beneath my skin when I was warm. My outfit is ruined by the gray (or is it grey? I never know) sweatshirt I keep in the office for just such an occasion. It's too small (remember the 8 lbs) and has a hole in it, but at least it keeps me from getting frostbite. At least I have an excuse to get hopped up on caffeine since I need all the hot cocoa and coffee I can get to keep my base temperature elevated. To my friends and family, if I don't make it out of here alive, just know that I did it for the thrill of reaching the summit that is my career in advertising. For without this, I am nothing. Except warm.