It is 78 degrees outside and -4 in my office. I am so cold that my fingers are stiff, and I am blogging just to try to get the circulation back in my fingers. The hair on my arms is standing straight up, and I have goosebumps on my goosebumps. Before I got this here cup of tea, I was actually shivering.

Despite several calls to Office Services and my department's tinkering with the thermostat (it is reading 85 right now) it just gets colder and colder in here. I am beginning to believe that this is all part of a plot by evil cannibals to mass-produce human steaks. We are being frozen, slowly, and soon this building will be a meatlocker full of frozen munchies.

Such is my fate.