I'm cold

I'm cold.
Winter is approaching.
My hands icy blue.
I hear rain, yet do not see it.
Times like these all I want is a good cuppa.
Sitting on my computer chair and my legs under my covers.
My legs are warm and my hands twig like.
The sun shines bright, laughing at all the bitter people.
The winter winds come out to play.
People confused; should I wear a jumper or not?
Some are left cold while others are left warm.
Where's my cuppa?
Oh wait, I haven't put the kettle on.
Spell check, completed.
Where's my gloves?
Hidden under the pile of winter woolies.
Every action completed is so systematic.
Must do A, then B and then C.
ROBOT!
Robot batteries are dyi...