since it was still early, i went out running despite the cold. even with 4 layers it was still painful. the whole time i kept on thinking how much a mistake it was to go out again and that i should return home. my legs were completely numb, which forced me to run faster to speed up the circulation. i saw a dead sparrow, frozen rigid, like a child's toy on the sidewalk. occasionally i do see some interesting wildlife around the charles (not the dead kind): there was a red-bellied woodpecker sitting in a tree trying to keep warm. once i got home i thought i had frostbite down there, it felt ice cold and there was no sensation. there was so much shrinkage i thought i had koro. only after 30 minutes of thawing was i able to take a shower. i'm probably going to swear off running when the wind chill is negative degrees.
a copy of the station agent had arrived from netflix. i watched it while eating a pair of hot dogs for dinner followed by several clementine oranges for dessert. it was almost exactly a year ago that i saw the movie in the theatre. it's a nice little movie with a conclusion that just ends, but that's just the way it's done in independent films.
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i'm starting to get that feeling that another night of insomnia is in store for me.