Cold!

The air conditioner is on. In January. And no, it's not unseasonably warm outside. Clearly there's a malfunction happening somewhere. Whether it's in the building's ventilation system or somebody's brain I'm afraid I don't know. All I know for certain is that I can't stop shivering, and it's very difficult to type with frozen fingers.

In other news, all of the work I did the other day to set people up on that new file-sharing program, I did wrong, and nobody can get in, and now I have to redo it. So that's going to be my day. I did write some this morning. I figured there was nothing on my list that couldn't wait until after I'd spent an hour writing, so I did. So there's that, at least.