Warmth in the soul, but not the body

Friday night Jared and I had a romantic evening out. We needed it, given how much stress we've both been under lately. It was lovely. We had a geeky start to the evening by playing a little through the Ulyaoth version of Eternal Darkness, then went out for a really nice dinner at the Elephant Walk, and then went out to see Quantum of Solace. Hopefully we'll be able to have more nights like this, rather than constant too-busy-ness. Gave me a real warm fuzzy feeling.

It's so goddamn cold in Elsinore lately that I bought a pair of gloves for wearing around the house. Also, I blow dried all my clothes this morning before I put them on to warm them up. I contemplated putting my underwear in the microwave, but I'm terrified of an elastic fire or a bra clasp explosion. To whomever discovers my frozen corpse, as will inevitably happen sooner or later, I hope it's not too burdensome to drag back for proper burial. I think I may need to invest in a space heater. I'm a little afraid too, given how dangerous they can be. Knowing me, I'll forget about it and leave it running until bursts into flames, or carelessly toss an article of clothing on top of it when I take it off at night and start a fire. Or desperately take it into bed at me when I'm freezing at night, cuddling up with it until it burns me to a crisp.