Bruce just came by and asked how I was doing. I told him ‘Hot’. He was like,'oh, wow, that’s not good’
I walked outside today with little snow flakes blowing in the wind and was not cold at all. I am currently feeling like a furnace. I’m trying to just let it happen because it probably means my body is trying to kill something, but fuck, I think I’m going to be drenched in sweat when i finally get to leave here.