My internal temperature is at the mercy of whatever it is that I’m drinking. Assuming that the climate control in my office building stays on an even keel (which isn’t true, but we’ll assume it for the purposes of the experiment) when I’m having my coffee in the morning I overheat and take a layer off. Then I fill up my 44-ounce big gulp with ice and water, and drink that for the rest of the day. At which point I freeze, my fingers turn blue, and when I’m not typing I sit on my hands hoping that some heat from my butt will transfer over to my fingers so that they’ll warm up enough to type some more. When it’s just too cold, such as a day like today when I am wearing a skirt and thus have fewer layers to keep my lower extremities warm, I have hot tea instead of a big gulp full of ice water. Which makes me overheated again. There is no middle ground. On the whole, I prefer to be overheated than freezing cold.

Some TV musings. Last night we watched the fall finale of Heroes. Grumble. Stupid writers strike forces suspenseful shows to get more suspenseful! Although they’ve been advertising a lot about how two heroes are going to die, there was no indication that any of the three possible deaths are in fact permanent deaths. Considering you can just give anyone Clare’s blood and they’ll heal right up, no matter what the injury is. So we shall see who is actually dead, who is only temporarily dead, and who is buried alive. Can Adam actually die of starvation? I assume he can at least go into a coma of starvation, which would be the same thing for our purposes unless someone finds him. The best part about it is that Sylar has all of his evil powers back, which means that although I don’t like him, the balance of tension and evil are restored, which was definitely the highlight of last season. Anywho.

The Amazing Race has been pretty good this season. Not as good as other seasons but much better than the (few) bad seasons. (The family 4-person team season was by far the worst season of any reality show at any time.) I think it’s funny how Nate and Jennifer bicker and talk about how they hate each other and try to bring each other down instead of supporting each other. Because really, I’m sure that a lot of people fight like that in real life. I’ve been known to yell at Dice in an, umm, not so supportive way from time to time when he really pisses me off. I’m sure he wishes painful death upon me when he’s upset at me. Everyone has their way of reacting to a partner’s fatal flaw. That said, I’m predicting break-up for those two if not by the end of the show, then immediately afterwards. Also: thank frickin’ goodness the blondes were eliminated. They were an affront to gorgeous and smart women everywhere, being unsmart, unsympathetic, and unpretty all at the same time.

So, the weekend. I think Dice and I might go on date night tonight, although we haven’t really discussed it and might opt in favor of a Handitard night instead. Tomorrow Ray and I plan to run our 8-mile loop over to Turner Stadium and back, which is a nice run when the wind isn’t blowing cold enough to freeze you mid-motion. Tomorrow night our neighbor is having a mysterious birthday extravaganza, at which she assures me all I have to do is judge other people and drink, so I should be good to go. Sunday brings brunch with the Canadians and probably some rest and relaxation. Should be a busy and productive weekend. Have a good one!