50. Fucking. Degrees.
I got home to my apartment last night to find my indoor temperature at 50 degrees.
It takes a lot for me to say "It's too cold!" I was saying "It's too cold!"
I'm glad to say that yesterday my folks gifted me with a little electric heater that's currently making it warmer, but I need to call the building manager today and say "Whatever you did, it's not working."
(No one to snuggle with to fight the cold, either. Urg. I quote Tori Amos about living in England: "It gets so fucking cold over there, so I found one of them to snuggle with." Smart Tori.)
House cleaning and a library trip will happen today. The active-ness will warmify me.
It takes a lot for me to say "It's too cold!" I was saying "It's too cold!"
I'm glad to say that yesterday my folks gifted me with a little electric heater that's currently making it warmer, but I need to call the building manager today and say "Whatever you did, it's not working."
(No one to snuggle with to fight the cold, either. Urg. I quote Tori Amos about living in England: "It gets so fucking cold over there, so I found one of them to snuggle with." Smart Tori.)
House cleaning and a library trip will happen today. The active-ness will warmify me.