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Rubbing my hands together sorta hurts... but I read in that hiking magazine about fingers and toes and stuff. Have to keep them warm, I guess. Maybe if I tear my coat open and take out the- HOLY FUCKING SHIT MY FINGERS ARE BLACK OH SHIT SHIT! Wait, wait, no. Just a shadow just a shadow...whew...scared me for a minute... Deep breath, deep breath. God, I'm tired, an ooh I'm not so cold anymore. Huh. Well guess I should- guess I should sleep or something...except the light's sort of bothering me...well, I guess it's sorta relaxing. Yeah...what a nice light. Yeah... ...I'll just sleep for a bit...