November 14, 2003 :: 12:21 a.m.
a house should fly by anytime now
Okay, seriously... it's like four degrees in my bedroom. I'm wearing pants, socks, sneakers, and a humongously oversized sweatshirt that normally keeps me toasty warm, and yet still I'm freezing. Like frozen solid in a block of ice freezing. It's not funny. It's not annoying. It's just Really. Fucking. Cold. I want to go stand under the boiling hot water that usually burns the hell out of me when I run water for a shower, because I think that it may have the bone-thawing power that I need right now. No jokes, people. This is insanity. An electrician is coming on Saturday to fix all of our electrical badness, including my heater. Ye gods, I'll have a heater! And a light above my stairs! It's cause for a celebration, I tell you.
So I set my VCR to record Tru Calling while I was at Creative Writing tonight, and I was all excited to watch it when I got home. Except that life enjoys fucking me painfully whenever possibly, so of course I didn't get to watch it. Why? Because the power went out sometime today, leaving the VCR clock-less and devoid of previously programmed instructions. I am not pleased.
It's windy as all fuck tonight. Has been all day... I don't understand it. It's like Hurricane Isabel Redux.
Er... I had more to say, I swear, but the cold has turned my brain into a solid, non-functioning mass of useless. So I'm going to go try to finish one of Adam's anniversary presents before bedtime, because it's good to stay ahead of these things. So said the perpetual procrastinator who has spent the past two weeks ignoring a paper that's due on Monday. Yeah, I rule. Go me.
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