I spent a considerable portion of yesterday telling anyone who would listen that overnight, the temperature was expected to drop to -3°, and -15° with windchill. In any case, I awoke at 8:00 this morning and flipped open my laptop, only to be greeted by my dashboard, informing me that it was currently -7° in Canton. With an unhappy little shriek, I realized I was about to have venture outside into these inhospitable conditions. Sure enough, it turns out that the body undergoes a positive whirlwind of physiological changes upon exposure to such conditions. My skin turned a splotchy white/purple, like a recent bruise. A very significant portion of my hair froze over the course of the literally 45 second walk to the student center (I made the mistake of showering before I left). My lips dried out instantly, and I can only guess what would have happened if I had opened my mouth. Worst of all, my ears stubbornly refused to go numb like the rest of my face, and stung miserably. Breathing become a labored, wheezing, affair. Furthermore, the snow becomes very squeaky at these temperatures, which gets annoying (Nathan? You know why? I'm clueless). In short, it was cold.
By the way, Nathan, we're waiting for you to get your act together and to write an interesting article about synesthesia.
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Squeaky? Who knows? Maybe its because its so cold there is absolutely no liquid in the snow, so when it slides up against itself theres no lubrication.
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