I caught my roommate's crazy. For the last two days, I have gone out in the cold with merely running pants and a long-sleeve shirt on. I pass others on the street -- wearing winter coats, hats, gloves, scarves -- and they all give me the same "You are fucking crazy" look. And I can't argue with them.
But once you get going, the cold almost feels ... good.
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