It's the eve of the day before the Polar Bear Plunge and it has officially occurred to me that this was both a terrible and awful idea. I mean, really, what the bloody hell was I thinking!? I'm cold RIGHT NOW, in a suit jacket, temperature controlled office, half of an EXTRA HOT mocha in my stomach and the other half in my right hand (ok ok and about .4% on my shirt. How did you know that?).
Did I mention that the heater is blasting right behind me? Why didn't anybody stop me?! First the caffeine thing, now this. I'm dissapointed. Dissapointed in all of you. Go to your rooms.