98.4 F. Woke up from nap. Feeling slightly chilled in the arms, slightly disconnected from recent sleep. (Did 15 leg crunches this morning almost upon waking up. Haven't really eaten lunch yet.) acpizza
raises the interesting point that my low temperature and the slow metabolism that goes with it are the results of a metabolic disorder, and that I ought to get it checked out, especially since my moods appear to be linked to my body temperature.
That's something I'm definitely going to look into. I've noticed for years that there are some temperatures that I work best at. I'd always thought that this was preference in room temperature rather than something more interesting, but keeping track of my body temperature has been most enlightening. It's body temperature that does it, I think. When I'm cold I'm grouchy and depressed and want only to curl up in blankets and eat chocolate. When I'm at ideal operating temperature I dance, crank music, write for hours on end on my Interminable Novel, clean house, sing at the top of my lungs, and generally act in accordance with the cheerful and brilliant child I used to be, rather than the young adult prone to depressive episodes that I used to be.
It may be notable that I used to live in Alaska, and now have settled my ass in Arizona for college -- going from one extreme to the other. I find that long-sleeved black shirts are perfectly wearable in the height of summer outdoors. We have no car; I walk everywhere.
I have also noticed that my extreme bad moods, which used to hit me perhaps once every two months or so, have vanished to the point where Darkside is skeptical of my claim to be prone to depression. Sure, I've called him a few times at very bad times at night to cry over the phone to him, but I was going through a breakup, finals, and a move at the same time; everybody's due a good nervous breakdown every now and then.
No wonder my father complained about the house being too hot when I was left to my own devices. If I log my temperature and my mood for a long enough period to make it very clear whether or not my temperature and mood are extremely closely linked, then I can show that to him as explanation. He'd get a kick out of that.
...and then maybe I can kick the ass of the depression that's been my good buddy all my life.