From time to time, I really, really wish I had a normal, sane, human temperature scale. Generally speaking, it's really nice to run warm. You seldom have to bother with heavy coats, thick scarves, gloves, mittens, etc and you can wig out the normals by going for a walk in forty-degree, windy weather in a tee shirt. Far be it from me to thumb my nose at convenience, lazy creature that I am, but there's "running warm" and then there's "it's sixty-five degrees in here and if I was home alone I'd be making breakfast in the nude, and we all know what a dumb idea that is."
Seriously, whose bright idea was this? What did I do wrong, in some past life, to deserve this, huh? Is there a polar bear somewhere who just can't get warm, no matter what he does?
Maybe this is why I know several people with Renoids, and most of my friends run really cold. I accidentally stole their biological furnaces. I didn't mean to, I swear! I'd give them back, (well, most of them - what can I say, I'm greedy,) if I had any idea how, because this is getting ridiculous.
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