it’s icy *brrrrrr* in here

it’s december, i’m close to chicago, and the windows are open in my room. it is so un-freaking-believably cold in my room. but i’m basically a pushover, so it stays that way. jason claims it’s “warm” when describing our dormroom climate, but i prefer words like “sub-arctic” and “absolute zero.” he wonders why i sleep in longjohns with clothes over them – and three blankets. i wonder why his spit doesn’t freeze. one thing i will say though: my dormroom is tropical compared to franklin’s bedroom.