So, you know how I sometimes say "oh, Japan's not so bad because it never goes below freezing! Yeah, we have paper doors, single-paned glass windows, holes in the walls for would-be heating units, and no central heating, but it's really not so bad. Besides, we kind of like drinking hot tea and bundling up if it means saving energy?"
Lies. All of it. I want nothing more of this no-central-heating-in-January nonsense. The only real heater we have is in our bedroom (which, coincidentally, is why our 10-month old still sleeps in our room, and yes, sometimes our BED...so romantic), plus a space heater on its last leg in the living room. But absolutely nothing for the ice age taking place in this computer room. Honestly, I think this is why I'm not blogging. Not emailing. Not doing ANYTHING I don't ABSOLUTELY have to do on the computer. Just going to the bathroom is torture enough. When I wake up at night my thought process goes something like, "Maybe if I just lay on my side and squeeze a pillow between my knees, I'll be able to fall back asleep. WHY WHY WHY did I drink that hot lemonade before bed?!?! Oh, I know, BECAUSE MY LIPS WERE FROZEN TO MY TEETH!!!"
In Kansas, my parents kept their house at a balmy 60-65 degrees in the winter. Any complaint about the cold would earn a "throw on another layer!" from my mom. Well Mom, I can honestly say I've thrown on as many as I can fit in. I can't lower my arms to my sides. I can't move my toes or cross my legs. It takes me 10 minutes to go to the bathroom. Oh, and I look like this:
Japan, I love you. We've had great times together. But paper doors? Really? Is that the best you can do?? I could go on and on, but my fingers are getting frostbite.