Gah I really can't focus when all I can think about is how fucking cold I am all the time. I don't get it. These buildings have heat in them, but somehow the cold rainy shittiness just sinks into my bones the moment I step outside and stays there. On the plus side, was playing piano in morewood and a girl wanders by and says "man, I love that song". "The luckiest", Ben Folds. That'll go right on the "songs to impress girls" queue, then.