I burnt my tongue this week and it's ruining my life in a way that makes me hate the entire season of winter even though it actually is still fall
Let's talk about winter. People loveeeeeeeee to hate on it. But I'm sick and tired of hearing "it's too cold," and "it's too dark." This is the obvious. A dead horse beaten senseless at this point. I'm here tonight to talk about the unsung horrors of winter days: the sensory nightmares. Let me paint you a picture: You wake up in the morning after somehow having been both too cold and too hot last night. Because your heater has to blow out REALLY HOT air to get the cold air to be a reasonable temperature. But your heating vent is directly adjacent to your pillow. So you spend the night breathing in hot air, which gives you a car sick feeling even when you're at home. So you keep the ceiling fan on to help compensate for this. Thus, you are still cold. Then, you get dressed. But all your warm clothes are either too soft or too tight or both. Turtlenecks too tight on your neck, pants too tight by the time you've tucked in a top layer or ...
