DAY 3
DAY 3I"m in hell.
I"m in hell.No, scratch that.
It"s too cold to be hell.
More like if hell was in Antarctica, and it was hailing and snowing ten-inch icicles.
Dramatic? Maybe.
But I hate it and loathe being cold even more.
hateMy apartment is set to seventy-five nearly year-round, and although Seattle doesn"t get super hot, it also doesn"t get super cold. It rains half the time, which means I"m often wearing layers anyway.
This weather, though?
My worst f*****g nightmare.
Waking up on Levi"s couch, barely able to feel my fingers—even though I"m wearing gloves—has me groaning. Flashbacks of last night have me grinding my teeth with frustration. Levi suspects the furnace"s pilot light blew out, and with how my luck"s going, who knows if he can fix it.
The fireplace is down
