Cold.

[xenologer]

Going door-to-door is exhausting again. I used to be fine when I got home, but lately I haven't been eating like I should and it's fourteen degrees outside. I used to be wiped out when I got home, and then I was fine after a couple months. Now I'm tired again, and I think it's the super-extra calories to stay warm combined with not getting enough calories.

This is the real problem, though. This is the thing which makes me want to stick a pen in someone's eye. The next person who tells me they can't talk because it's too cold out, and then closes the door in my face, is getting my boot through their window. Except not, because I need those.

But seriously. My god, people. What the fuck is wrong with you. I had a woman ask me, "Do you know how cold it is out there?" I grinned and said, "Yeah! I do!"

What the shit. What the shit. No, I've been out here for four hours and have somehow failed to notice the drop in ambient temperature YOU OBLIVIOUS SACK OF SHIT WHAT.

Lots of love to the people who offer hot chocolate, though. You guys are amazing, and every single one of you is a big god-damned hero.

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[ardent-firesong.livejournal.com]

No one will probably ever have you come to my "neighborhood" because it consists of four houses ON 116th Street--which is very, very busy. But should you ever happen to find yourself in my neck of the woods (and I'm home), consider yourself welcome to all the hot chocolate you can stomach. I know from the eight years I spent walking to and from school in Ohio that I would be too chicken to do your job. Brr.