Cold. Hearted.

So, earlier this year, I posted a blog kvetching about how hot the Alabama summers are. I whined about my love of air conditioning. I may have even pined pathetically for love, a window unit, and freezer treats. Little did I know that whilst I was busy bitching, the “remodeling” they were doing at my law school back in B’ham was primarily intended to turn Robinson Hall into one great legal meat locker! And brother, they were showing off today!
Now, when I say that I can sweat underwater, I’m not kidding: I’ve experimented. But today, I achieved Nirvana (not the 90’s alternative rock band, but the metaphysical state of euphoric non-being that I don’t actually believe in). In class today, I got kind of chilly! No, seriously! I was downright uncomfortably cold in class today, and I couldn’t be happier about it! You know that thing where rich women pay lots of money to sit in oppressively hot rooms in spas even though no one has a gun to their head? OK, that was kind of what I got to experience today. Except that the room was oppressively frigid instead of hot. We still paid ridiculous amounts of money to be there, and no one had a gun to their head. And no one was wearing only a towel. On second thought, maybe it wasn’t Nirvana after all. But seriously, it was cold, and I did like it.