If you've shared a bed with me — and if you're reading this, chances are you probably have, because I'm a whore — you know that I'm generally quite furnace-like under the covers, and no, I'm not intoning any innuendo there. I generate a lot of heat. Hell, even in the winter, I'll probably only sleep in boxer-briefs, with one cotton sheet up to my neck, and a duvet up to my waist.
So, last night, eager to try the "Sweat Out the Cold" experiment, I donned a shirt and a hoodie, and pulled the duvet all the way up to my face. When I awoke this morning, I found (to my surprise) that I was not drenched in sweat; I was merely a tad warm.
Tonight's plan: shirt, hoodie, track pants, socks, two duvets. If this doesn't turn me into a sopping wet (and hopefully head-cold-free) sweaty guy, I'll be goddamned.