It may have been because I had my coat on, and the apartment was warm, but suddenly I began to feel lightheaded.

Trudging through Boston's sub-zero winters with layers of clothing -- only later to remove those layers once inside warm classrooms -- irked Vistakula.

Walking to the bar with no jacket in 18 degree weather is not fun. (Plus from what I’ve seen on TV at college football games, the warmer the weather, the hotter the girls)