2003-11-12 2:23 p.m.
I can't feel my fingers...

I believe there is something not right with the heat in my apartment building. Because I'm fucking freezing right now. And last night was the most unbearably cold night I've ever experienced. I just spoke to Barb, who lives on the third floor of my building, and she said it's the same up there. The third floor should never be that cold! Something is definitely wrong. Of course, these sorts of things only ever happen when the landlords have decided to go away for a week. And not leave an emergency number. Dammit, dammit, dammit! Oh, I know, someday my Steve and I will look back on this memory laughingly, saying "Hey, remember when we lived in that Grant Street apartment and the heat broke and it was so cold we had to have sex just to keep warm?" Poor us. Poor, poor us.

So, once we've warmed ourselves once more, we're off today to buy new work pants for Steve and the just released fifth Dark Tower book. And maybe catch a (second for him, third for me) viewing of Kill Bill. And maybe by the time we come home, a miracle will have occurred, and the heat will be fixed. If not, oh well...

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