On July 18th, 2009, at about 8pm, I was lying in a pile of sheepskin and woven blankets, wearing three pairs of socks, three pairs of pants, four sweaters, a down jacket, a scarf, mittens, and a fuzzy knitted alpaca wool hat. Amidst all of these layers, I was moaning, "I aaam sooooo CCCOOOOLLLLLLLDDDDDD!"
"Do you know why you're cold?" said my friend Viki, who was lying in the bed next to me, and who had been patiently listening to me complain for the last half hour.
"Because it's cccccoooollllllddddd!" I shivered back.
"No. It's because we live in a climate controlled environment."
