I need sunshine

Though I've hated sunlight on most occasions, I have come to realize that I may need sunlight to keep warm. I mentioned previously that I would like to be a plant so I could stop eating food--- but unfortunately whilst retaining most of my human properties, I seem to have adopted a strict dependence for sunlight. I felt myself metaphorically wither away yesterday as it rained outside, and now I am freezing inside my room, and I am half convinced that I am about to be engulfed by the next ice age.

It's cold. I'm cold. Everything is cold. I'd much rather be sitting in bed under warm covers, but I need a table to write so I can revise for the upcoming exam. Exams are not fun. I thought study would have- could have- been fun, and I will admit that I was wrong. Study is not fun. Especially not under pressure. Especially not when failing means you have to study more for even longer. Not that I'm going to fail. 

I just feel so miserably cold. Even this far up north, where it's closer to the equator, it's still cold as fuck. Yes, I thought winter would be a pleasant change, since I would no longer sweat bucket loads when I walk to school and roast under the flaring Sun; but goddamn I hate winter. I don't have any of that nice stuff that's supposed to come with winter: no hot roasted meats with gravy for dinner, no steaming soup, no hot chocolate and cookies late at night. I also want a fire to warm my feet and a servant to pour me wine- even if I don't drink wine- but it's a nice element of my fancy dreams. Reality means dealing with the fact that it's too cold to be out of bed but I have to be out of bed because fuck it, exams.

Maybe I should consider buying myself a heater. Or invest in making a fluffy shark that can raise its temperature in long winter nights.