Today.

Today was sad.
Do you want to know why?
Because foolish Ali figured the weather could not be too bad. So foolish Ali stepped outside with no form of warmth for her poor body.
She then realized that the snow drifts were taller than a hobbit.
Her body, which knoweth not how to generate its own heat, instantly turned into one giant popsicle with an R2-D2 shirt.
Ain't it sad?
No seriously. My body doesn't generate heat. I'll even be sitting in my warm home, and I freeze.
And no, I'm not, like, anorexic or malnutritioned, my body just hates me.
It's sad when you're trying to sleep at night and your feet and hands decide they need to personify ice cubes and they keep you up all night.
IN OTHER NEWS...

Ali + Insomnia = all kinds of crazy art projects.
For instance, last night, I couldn't' sleep, so I stayed up watching Lost and painting a body pillow. With zebra stripes. It's frickin sweet. You'd just love it. I know you would. Maybe I'll put a picture up. Then you can become a fan of it or something. It could have its own page on facebook and everything! And people would friend it and write creepy poems about it and such. Oh it would be... grand...