Freezing buns.

Right now, my buns are freezing.
And my hands.
And eyeballs.


Really though. My eyes are cold. I'm 90% positive that the heater at work is broken. Meh. 100% positive. Yep. It's broken. It's freezing. So I've resorted to printing off blank pages and sticking my arms in the printer. And then my plans evolved into plugging in the laminator and sticking my hands on/into it. Except.. I can't really stick them in too far. Because I don't want to melt the skin off my bones. I then decided to make a hot chocolate run down to the gas station on the corner. So now I'm standing here at work, sipping my hot chocolate, and having a jolly good time with my coworkers.

Work is peachy.