It is so cold out that it is cold in my apartment. Maybe the radiators aren't working properly, or maybe it is just that cold outside, but I am freaking freezing mister bigglesworth and it is not fun. In fact, I am so cold right now it hurts for me to type this blog because my hands are freezing, due to the draft coming from my large window in my study. I probably should have put some plastic stuff on the windows before it got cold out, I could probably even do it now. Maybe I will, maybe I won't.
Things are progressing nicely in my search for sources for my thesis, which is good. I am getting my cousin's number so I can talk to him more about his experience in the movie industry. He is a screenplay writer and editor. I'm hoping he might be able to give me some insight into what he does and if it would be something I would be interested in. I've had a lot of time lately to think about my next step in life. The option I always end up coming back to is that I love movies, I love historical research, so I want to find a way to do both.
And now I have nothing more to say except that my hands are starting to get numb because they are so cold so I am going to go into a warmer room and unfreeze them.
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