I'm Cold

I'm sitting on my bed, macbook in lap, mocha at my side. I stare at my mug of mocha, and contemplate. No, that poor cup of deliciousness is not keeping me warm.

It's cold outside and I'm shivering. It's much to cold to get out of bed. What's the point? All my joints will freeze up and I might even die too.

And I feel a bit sorry for my mocha. It's gotten a bit cold. It needs a sweater! Wouldn't it look lovely in this lovely chunky cozy?


Maybe that's the answer to all life's problems. Maybe I'm suffering because I have not given my mug something cozy to wear. Who knows?